What it does to me

 

In the gray light of the underground

butterflies spread their wings for the sky.

Flowers burst out of the concrete

and I spend the rest of my day in a prism like light.

Author's Note

After reading a poem by ee cummings.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok Warrior queen, call me thick-I can take it! I found this reads very fluently and is engaging but had a very odd mix of dark and light. It feels depressing in the grey light of the underground but uplifting to see the buterflies and a warm prism of light? Is this about surviving in difficult or unhappy circumastnces? Tell all please?

[Yheela]

It's about going to work in the morning, tired and worn. Then all these people fill the station, colourful and so full of life. And you float on, full of happiness and joy to be apart of everything.
Or, we could pick one of yours.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

OK I like that. The re-energising from beauty (like yours!). Pick mine?

[Yheela]

The "surviving some unhappy circumstance" interpretation. Works just as well.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh Queen of words I lay prostrate at your golden feet awaiting my command to serve you true!

[emmajoy]

Tis the old thing night v. day, good v. bad thing: without the one, the other is invisible. From unexpected and sweet sources comes a trigger to something brighter, better, more comforting .. your heart sees more than your eyes!

You're more than a poet.

[Yheela]

Thank you for your kind review.

[Eloha]

I find it Emily Dickinson-esque, love it!

[Yheela]

I'm flattered. Thank you.

[Heather]

ohhh I love this, its beautiful. The mixture of gray light and prism of color.. made me smile! lovely

[Yheela]

Thanks!

[Sheila Kline]

It is wonderful to be inspired by another poet's work! You have painted a brilliant image on poetry's canvas!

[Yheela]

Thank you! ^_^