Fluttering

His small, dusty body

Beat wildly at the window pane

Fighting to break the glass

Too thick for his paper wings

As I stared on, watching as he

frantically sought freedom

Flying up and down, repeating

the same movements

In a blur, I could hear his frail

attempts

And so I sighed, wearily cupping

my dirty hands

around his face

And I could feel him smile

weakly

As I let him fly away

unsteadily

into the wind

Almost failing under the pressure

but finding that blinding path

more comforting

than some cold, hard glass.

Reviews

[Jonathan De Elvira]

I feel abit sad after reading this...
I don't know, I felt like this poem reminds me of my butterfly or some sort...
It touches me deeply..

"my dirty hands
around his face
And I could feel him smile"

That line reminds me the moment I cares it n then to let it go...

nicely done...well written moonflower :)

[Ed Hart]

absolutely awesome

[Miss Coral]

Wonderful piece.. beautifully written. At first, I was picturing a person, and had to start over when I got to "wings" but it was great... the rhythm and phrasing were spot on. Great job. c:

[Seerose]

Thanks. Fantastic. I had to think of a butterfly or a dying person you can't hold.

[Sports Girl]

Lovely poem. It was good. I liked it a lot.

[Lovely Lady]

beautifully written...
~♥~

[Tony]

Strong symbolic imagery throughout. This poem seems to have a couple of prominent themes-- the first being if you care for something let it go and the second being the idea of taking chances on the unknown versus the known or the "cold, hard" reality. Thought provoking poem anyway you interpret it.

Makosica

[nono]

I like this it's cute nice job!

[loowzerX]

Awh it is a bit sad, but beautiful.

[kuru]

nice imagery..."..but finding that blinding path more comforting than some cold, hard glass" nice lines so philosophical

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

enchanting~ sensate wisdom woven through an act of selfless kindness done~