Soul Dancer

death and grim reaper inspired

Death arrived unannounced

I offered him my soul

 

I wandered

throughout the land

in a field of wildflowers

I heard a whisper

“Your soul will be scattered like pollen”

a rusty red butterfly appeared singing praises

to the bringer of souls

the source of all flowers

 

I followed the blazing Queen

to a blossom emanating hues of a glorious sunset

inside the fiery depths I recognized myself

I ran from flower to flower

in each open bloom

I found fragments of my surrendered soul

 

Intoxicated by beauty

I abandoned these lost bits of soul

mine no longer

I embraced everything

 

That which I call my self

seemed to expand and grow

reaching beyond the customary boundaries of the flesh

the border separating me from nature dissolved

I consist of everything the world consists of

 

My departed soul had revealed itself

bits of my soul danced in the form of butterflies

on the wings of a Gulf Fritillary a dream was born

my whole being responded with joy

my mood was expressed as a bright blue sky

 

I looked to the heavens

gazed into myself

saw my soul everywhere

a spellbound dreamer awakens

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gulf Fritillary butterfly photo from my garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Queen butterfly photo from my garden.

 

Reviews

[Texas]

Really nice. The impression I get is returning to nature after death. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I like how if you read deeply, you find meaning behind the words. And if you just read it (no deep thoughts), you can still enjoy the pictures it paints. Great job.

[Frantzuu]

Stunning writer. Flows great, you have some great descriptions, and you clearly get your point across here. Great work!

[David W Moore III]

wow... not where I was expecting this to go... amazing write. I love how you wrapped what seemed to be a morose poem into a poem of wonder!

[Crowley]

wow.....I really like the less than straight forward thought process on a typically otherwise straight forward subject. The bee pollen idea was genius and the imagery was very fine. I really loved this.

[Ed Hart]

isn't that what we do, spend our days trying to wake up from our nights...you wove a colorful little drama here...

[Ladysue]

this was highly expressive and creative...so full of freedom, peace and such beauty...a wondrous write...

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Very expressive and descriptive of emotion...It is hard facing the fact that we or I will die but there is the truth right there in front of us that we have to face...I would not want to be alive without a or my soul(mind, will, and emotion)...To live without emotion, as a vegetable, and no will that would be awfull..Thanks for stopping by and reading and commenting on my work..Sunflower

[Tony]

The author of this poem sees through her eyes, not with them.
This would be a good way to explain how I believe in soul to a person who is worried about what happens after they are dead, and yet still attends church.
This is a grand articulation of Truth.
Our bodies? Fertilizer.
Our spirits? Motion and Rest.
I would add in close, finally, that the concepts portrayed by this author's art in general, have comforted me in spite of what I have learned of my species.
Thank You!

[Crow]

I loved it! I could see and feel everything, such splendor.

[An owl on the moon]

There is a vivid wildness to this write, filling the world with the colors of self.. Beautifully expressed even the context of darkness, the light glimmers on each piece of fragmented life. Wondrous!

[Sean Allen]

And as a butteryfly stopped to sip nectar, a bit of your soul's pollen became attached to its hind leg and you became a beautiful flower.