butterfly

sometimes there is no hidden meaning

the sun shimmered
thru the morning
clouds
a beautiful butterfly
in its simplicity
landed on my
outstretched hand
silky legs
whispered seductively
could it be that a creature
so lovely
had stopped to pass
the time with me?
i touched it
gingerly
caressed soft velvet
put my fingers
to my cheek
breaking my reverie
the butterfly
took his leave of
me
filling my
heart with glad
embedding itself
inside where no
one else could
reach.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Érenn]

I can relate to this one quite nicely, I must say I am sure this actually happened with you and yes I know it feels so different and it's a rare thing, I have treasured those memories as well ^^ Again smart word choices to invoke that imagery and transporting me to a place where I could see the whole scene happening in front of me. Loved it a lot!!!! Oh by the way love it you have added that No hidden meaning disclaimer on your description ^^ I might have to do that in a few of my writes ^^ Thank you for sharing.

[Lyn Anderson]

I rarely do hidden meanings, although people often scour my poems for the underneath. Thank you for the read and review.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has a deep sense of self knowing and strength. The ability to be self sufficient and focused. Self assured and yet sensitive.

[Lyn Anderson]

Wow. What I remember is struggling to capture the beauty of this crazy little butterfly that just landed on me for no apparent reason.