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With The Wings of a Butterfly...
With the wings of a butterfly
I'll rise above this
Escape with my dignity -
Pride intact
I'll float above my city
See all that goes on
But I'll be immune to enclosure
I'll be free from it's grasp
A balloon full of helium
This will be me
My face sheltered no longer
By the mask of Mardi Gras' past
And I'll sing with the wind
Drown out the din
'till the day comes for clipping
And I descend...
Free for the world to close in again
lovely
i liked it
Well written. A bold statement of the delicatness of heart and spirit.
What a delicate thing to speak of power through. Well written.
good poem on freedom. a recurring theme in your poetry, i think. this line was good, i did a double take when i read it:
My face sheltered no longer
By the mask of Mardi Gras' past
(but i liked your last full stanza best)
Once hurt, it is hard to rise above it, but it can be done, however momentarily.
Ah the freedom to sail on the breeze, be one's own self and rise to the heavens forgetting worldly cares! I want it too.
Reality can be a bummer.
Great poem.
F. Salphire
A deep sense of bittersweetness, essie.
I can almost see myself as this butterfly, strong in my wings but somehow to be clipped and ensnared by the cruelity of the world.
U pen such feelings very poignantly.
Well done ~!~
Somehow, this poem reminds me of my work, posted in my second hall: Blue Balloon.
Hope u can read it.
smilesz, thanxs~!~