The Night the Butterflies Dreamed

An odd poem written during one of my many bouts of insomnia..LOl Enjoy

The Night The Butterfliess Dreamed
I softly drfited into slumber...wings of butterflies in my head.
Whispering echoes of wings descending...reminding me of the march of the dead.
Shadows played upon my mind, like marinets pulled by string...
A soft and sullen echo escaped me...
The nights the butterflies Dreamed.

With silken touches thier wings carressed me...
Pulling me gently from my flight...
I chased their wispy shaded dances...
Unaware of my plight.

I hear them echo, their wings descending..
Into my mind I scream....
All about me their wings descend
The night the Butterflies Dreamed.

 

Author's Note

Excuse the grammar..once again..LOL

Reviews

[Patricia]

That was really well written. It contains a lot of vivid imagery. It sounds like the description of a dream, one that you had rather than the butterflies. Its certainly something that will make the reader think. I don't think it needs to be more structured than it is. Its structure sort of gives the feeling of fleetingness, it isn't an image you will be able to hold on to for long. Your use of elipses gives the sense that there is more to the story, pieces lost in translation.
A good write! thanks for posting this.

[Kelley]

I loved this poem! It needs a little structure but I wouldn't change one word.
Your pretty amazing with the words girl.....smile
What made you think this up? If I may ask?

[Shadow Writer]

All I can say is that insomnia serves you well. Abstract thoughts painted surreal paintings. Enjoyed. Phantom....