Butterfly Service
By Esmerelda-O
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There were butterflies
dancing against the light,
the stained glass of Jesus
changing them into shadows.
A coffin and butterflies.
I don't believe in gods
or souls or eternal life.
I tried not to smother with meaning
the moment that owned its own voice.
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"I tried not to smother with
"I tried not to smother with meaning
the moment that owned its own voice".
I read this aloud dozens of times trying to - rather ironically - understand why I found it so pretty. I'm not sure if I've figured that out yet so I'll just enjoy its loveliness in the meantime. Wonderful stuff.
Michael.
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I can see it, feel it.You've
I can see it, feel it.You've created stacks of depth from a few words.Pretty in its piquancy too.
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The here and the now.
The here and the now. Wonderful, Esmeralda-O.
I like the way you've caught the unintended beauty of the scene with the butterfly and stripped everything back to the presence of the coffin. All achieved delicately and with an aesthetic beauty of its own.
Parson Thru
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I like the uncertainty, the
I like the uncertainty, the only thing we can be uncertain of (I think).
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Brief is sometimes better and
Brief is sometimes better and I adored this short poem. Each time I read it, I go somewhere else in my mind. Like a photo album, I land upon a different image each time. One of the most incredible features of any church or cathederal is the stained glass. I was again lost in the wonder of their beauty as I read your work.
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So beautiful, the flitting
So beautiful, the flitting nature of light and life.
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Poem of the Month
This is our poem of the month! Congratulations esmerelda-o.
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Just nine lines. But what
Just nine lines. But what great lines they are.
I tried not to smother with meaning
the moment that owned its own voice.
Perhaps the most perfect ending to a poem ever.
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Quiet and beautiful. I've
Quiet and beautiful. I've printed this out and pinned it on my board.
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