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.

[Robin]

a truly unique imaginative expression of realization of the self woven through all

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. ah, what a beautiful song of the soul ... i could hear it forever ... you inspire so much by being one with nature ...

[alesuriko]

Such beautiful and vivid imagery in this poem! I'm still thoroughly overwhelmed with everything that this poem brought to my mind, your use of color is truly astonishing. My mind is still desperately trying to keep up in how detailed you are, such a great gift for a writer to be able to describe every tiniest detail like the rusty red butterfly. Everything in this poem is absolutely filled to the brim with beauty and color and metaphor. So well written and utterly enchanting. The definition of a soul is a complicated thing and yours is truly wonderful. A very well written poem!