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 :)

[Robin]

this so wonderful, in so many ways

[Forever Mine]

Amazing