blankets of blue butterflies

and then there is you -- I hope I am done now.

today, all my words are lacquered in
a viscous coating of hurt.

Blankets of blue butterflies

Crowd my vision,

Block my way,

Cut me off,

From where I need to be.

They used to be pretty.

But now,

They are just suffocating.

A constant reminder,

Of the you who was,

And the you that will never be.

Nothing is sadder than a photo
of a face that will never grow old.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lorry]

You hi the nail on the head here, with saying how they used to be pretty, but now suffocate. The final line is heartbreaking..a photo of a face that will never grow old.
Beautifully captured KL.

[Lyn Anderson]

thank you so much for understanding.

[Gray]

Those reminders are hard to bypass when someone we know leaves so suddenly and in a bad way. I had two friends that took their own lives. There's nothing good about it. Those blue butterflies represent the blue mood that multiplies and becomes something darker.

As though you have been infected by the darkness that once pervaded the one gone, you've become an example of why suicide doesn't just affect the one who takes his/her own life.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for your most considered review. Suicide has a ripple effect through family and friends, that the person who committed the act could not possibly have known. Even the METHOD people use causes trauma. Imagine having to clean up the remains of your child who decided to use a gun in their room, or having to cut your loved one out of a tree? What about the truck driver you brought into it by walking out onto the highway, or the train conductor who couldn't stop the train? It's hard not to be angry about those sorts of things.

[emmajoy]

Time, dates, memories all meld into a sadness -whatever their reason for fluttering into view.

Your writing is so deeply put, beautifully laid and formatted, its content almost too sincere and honest. Tis beautiful sadness.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for your kindness and understanding.

[emmajoy]

WAving a 'don't mention it'

[Papaya]

I know this kind of loss. I had pictures. I put them away. Everything in a box. Pictures, blankie, teddy bear... Maybe that needs burying too. Very very sad. Very sad. It breaks a heart over and over.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, it does. I guess it's a good thing I have so few things of hers. I don't know if I will ever be able to write her in to the right place in my memory. I honestly feel like I didn't even know this wave was coming. It was just HERE today.

[Papaya]

Well, it's sort of like that though. You can't predict.

[Pryde Foltz]

I have heard it said that the soul inhabits butterflies on it journey after death. I am sorry for you loss:) The beauty in his write is undeniable.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. Of course, the loss is not recent. It just happens that today it came up on me and I had to write it out.

[Sarah]

As we grow older, we tend to see the world through different eyes. What was once beautiful to look at, we no longer find pleasurable, and what once was a joy, now suffocates us. Very well said.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. All of this is a rather long and complex part of the same story. Blue butterflies have meant grief to me for some time now.

[Bacchus]

suffocating butterflies
how odd always when something so delicate and beautiful
becomes destructive and deadly

reminds me of what steals our treasures here on earth- rust, moths, and sometimes little idiot robbers...
when cabbage worms devour a harvest

you've got me going...

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I am always glad to get other writers going. The blue butterfly, for me, is a symbol of grief, tied to one sad girl, who killed herself 11 years ago. I woke up and have been writing about it ever since. I am sure people will tire of my self therapy, but no matter, I must do what I must to scrape the blue butterflies off the windshield of my mind.

[Bacchus]

how sad
the blue butterfly to me is like mania- intense, short lived- can be beautiful but understand that overwhelming feeling too
thankful, or not, these blue butterflies to me have long barren-stick legs of depression attached to their colorful wings.

[Lyn Anderson]

I know you understand.:)