okay, this is going into my favorites, like, right now. :) it's very beautiful... there is just a delicate sensitivity about it that immediately speaks to me... that last stanza leaves me speechless ('fly away peter, fly away paul' = is there such a thing as religious romanticism because that line is fantastic)... today i overheard someone say 'the universe doesn't give a s**t about us' -- i think you're saying the same thing here, just in a more gentle, intricately woven way... wonderful rumination on the frailty and transience of life. total love.
(ehh, just reread what i wrote, and sorry if i sound off, i'm very tired... to bed nao. bye.)
So much beauty in such small things. So graceful and magnificent yet fragile; you've captured it in your writing. I've read that a butterfly is seen as the personification of a person's soul; whether they be living, dying, or already dead. That's quite spiritual on top of being beautiful, but as you say,
"Life is short and existence small"
Butterflies grace this earth for mere weeks, but field of butterflies is like being immersed in colour and a site to behold.
Uplifting! just kidding. A great subversion of the "butterfly-as-hope" trope. The point is, we ARE limited by time and fate, no matter what kind of sparkles and wings we've got. And the rhymes are wonderful. Well done.
i love the skilled inclusion of the nursery rhyme at the end of this.. it is so rare to see writers use such well-known words in new ways, that feel fresh and not derivative.
the whole thing, really, is a fresh take on a much ill-used subject in nature (butterflies).. incredible, my friend
Profound and magnificent! A wonderful extended metaphor, signifying how ephemeral our existence is...Nice rhyme and rhythm....The similes used are effective also..."energy burnt like a quick cigarette" for instance...But the line which captivated me the most was
"Life is a butterfly perched on a wall".
The soul of the poem lies here I feel...
"Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul" is also a very very deep line...
Placing the finality of death beyond religion or righteousness....
And it ends with the profundity that one comes to expect from all the previous lines...
"A beat of the wings
Then its death to us all"
Phenomenal!
short, sweet, does exactly what it says on the tin...I liked this write. The final stanza particularly grabbed my attention, as it is very accurate. Good write...:)
WE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW
by Haz
I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps
enough space between them
for your space.. more..