Torment

(make of it what you will)

butterflies in exquisite emperor

clothed perfection pinned inside

a mahogany display case

for the whole of the world to view

instead of seeing them chase 

rainbows

for the whole of the world to choose

to experience the beauty of tiny

creatures with their delicate

features now out of breath, dead

confined to museums

my inner child recalls the shock

as heart took a direct hit pondering

why anyone would wish to see

cruel demise of flutterbys born for

happy flight

out of my garden, i held one close

crushed almost beyond recognition,

fading before my eyes, i wept inside

with despair but with rare insight and 

fine timing, i caught her, glimpsed

into her soul and saw her torment

Reviews

[iliOZ]

i am with you Chris, too bad most of us don't count the birds and bees, vegetation and ultimately us, humans.
i wonder what humans in ... well 5000 years from now stumble upon your poem in a digital cemetery, would they even know what a butterfly is?
like i started, i am with you by trying to convince others with my actions and my words

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you iliOZ, I appreciate your thoughts and your visit.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow! Such an emotive piece that makes a great point about how we use nature to out own ends and make it seem just. But in reality it is not just at all. Nicely penned in tears.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks John for the review. Appreciated.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You do have staying power, early and late posts lol!

[Chris Shaw]

Busy inbetween :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye I bet lol