Butterly Wings

When my time comes to leave this world 

my spirit will fly on Butterfly wings...   

I will rise with the Sun 

and sing on the breeze of 

blossoming trees... 

I will ride rainbows through 

Jupiter and Mars and gather 

lavender stars with diamonds 

all aglow in the atmosphere... 

I will stop for Tea at the 

Milky Way Cafe where retired writers 

of romantic persuasion pen poems of

everlasting bliss and ecstasy in flights 

that defy explanation but paint moments 

where memories of past blend with the 

present in orchestrated  sonnets... 

     

Reviews

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A beautiful hope and wish for the hereafter....certainly a wondrous voyage that would be!

If we all truly could choose our own hereafter voyage, unlimited by any constraints and just at the will of our own imaginations, then i am sure most of us would choose such a voyage as you have so poetically described.

Some lovely snippets of internal rhyme in this one , Pat, giving the entire piece a dreamlike, drifting quality fitting for its theme.

A very lovely musing. Wishful and graceful from beginning to end.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Doodley... I do know every baby is born with a Spirit ... it seems natural our Spirit will continue and we will become part of poetry that lingers in our heart and soul perhaps in ways we can only imagine... truly embraced by the light. Pat

[Chris Shaw]

What love!y thoughts you have expressed here Pat.You are so creative with your imagery and I can think of no finer way for a spirit to fly than on the delicate and flimsy wings of a butterfly. I would also very much like to stop for tea at the Milky Way cafe for retired writers. My idea of Heaven.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Christine... there is more to heaven and earth than we can imagine.
Our life on earth prepares us for the Spirit of being a part of the Universe with the ability to encourage others. truly, Pat

[barleygirl]

It's so imaginative to express death this way! I've never dreaded death or been afraid of it. But I never thought to write about it so expansively! I was hooked & thinking about what my journey might be like, as I read the first half of your poem, filled with bright imagery. But then I got to the second half, with so many convivial enticements, & I knew I had to reserve my ticket before they run out! I'll see ya there someday . . . you can help me improve my sonnet skills *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... our reservations are reserved... we have been faithful to be true to ourselves and it shall follow as the day the night... we cannot be false to anyone. I am sure you have heard the song by “Train” about his Mother visiting the Milky Way... my favorite ever with violins 🎻 and love. I appreciate your endearing review... As ever, Pat

[barleygirl]

I just listened to that Train song this morning, before I started reviewing!!!!!! Jupiter?

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Margie... The song is entitled "Drops of Jupiter"
and the song speaks of "drops of Jupiter in her hair".
The words in his Song are awesome. He (Train) looks so much like my son Robert who is now 48 yrs old. My son is not a known singer, but he loves life and has two young daughters. He loves the song "drops of Jupiter". I am sending a copy of my poem "Butterfly wings". They live in SLC, Utah. His younger wife Leilani is Navajo Indian, so my granddaughters know their culture also. Hope Spring is in the air. truly, Pat

[barleygirl]

Thank you for sharing. I've been interested in Native culture since my 30's, with the outdoors being my spiritual spot!

[Patricia Wedel]

Dear Margie... I believe in the Great Spirit of the Native Americans, and I also believe in the Holy Spirit that lives in our hearts. We are part of both Spirits... which is what I feel and always will. truly, Pat

[barleygirl]

I always see it as one spirit being the same we all share in all people, all cultures, all religions, even non-religions . . .

[Neville]

a splendid gentle poem and so bloomin true

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... we are graced with your presence and we will meet at the Milky Way Cafe.., when blossoms bloom as the years become filled with feathers of love and devotion. Your heart ❤️ print is planted on the path of life. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Poets... I revised my poem with an
endearing trip through the Milky Way where
poets can retire and still enjoy the thrill
of a quill on parchment expressing their laments
of laughter and tears in the hereafter. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this makes me imagine seeing the world again when there is nothing but land and water...no other life....and yet here we are in that air balloon...looking down and taking deep breaths...marveling.

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Jacob... I appreciate your bringing to my attention that a reckless poet can be a calamity. I first wrote long after the remains of the day from the movie, and that would have been more appropriate.
Perhaps I should try the Art of oil painting where words are only pictures. I believe I will amend my poem as I have no wish for there to be only earth and sky... ever. truly, Pat thank you again...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob, I trust you will agree with the revised version of Butterfly Wings. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i was in agreement with the first version as well...liked both of them very much, Pat.
you make me see and feel things with your words...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and it was just my imagination with my reaction to the first version...i have often thought of what it would be like if humans were gone...and there was a do over...and what it would look like with none of us around.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob...?guess this is close to a collaboration, but it may be confusing to all our buddies, so I will settle for your kindness and hope for peace and love in our version of “star gazing” truly, Pat