A Butterfly Summer Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the meadows of her mind I dwell

And in her heart is a wishing well...

Breathing basil in whisper’s wind       

Grayed raindrops dance golden in...

Strong coffee-scented sapphire sky

A thousand painted butterflies...

Small seeds now gifts of rainbow’s grace

Caress the smile on her sun-blushed face...

There are rooms in her wilding eyes

Within shadowed opaque butterflies...

Wings like stained glass take flight

Streaming sunlit shafts of light...

On a penstemon perfect summer day

We’ll dance and sing in flutter play...

Author's Note

While walking through a meadow I was surrounded by butterflies, as in a dream...

Reviews

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'There are rooms in her wilding eyes'...sensational :) Always a magic place you take us to, craig.

[Marie]

I read somewhere that butterflies were originally called "flutterbies"...which makes mor sense.

I have a cookie receipe for flutterbies.

[alice]

Butterflies are awesome! Who wouldn't love them. Actually, they're probably the only bugs I can tolerate.
I adore the second line, the heart is where wishes are born.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Gorgeous poem that includes my favorite things... butterfllies... loved it

[rnuff]

Within shadowed opaque butterflies...
Wings like stained glass take flight
Streaming sunlit shafts of light...
On a penstemon perfect summer day
We’ll dance and sing in flutter play...

Wow, such glorious amazing words and discription here.
I like your take on words, beuatiful write.

In between the balanced meadows of her mind versus the heart of her is wishing well, you are floating dear poet, as a wonderful being. Lovely surreal sky, you paint again in here... I even can smell the (o3, - Ozon) of the raindrops... lovely, on wet streats, or wet grass...the strong caffeine, makes a mind in a sapphire-hue, for me purlple bliss, but I am often color blind, as I merge to much, as a painter lol :D I see a thousand rooms, in her eyes, as a labyrinth, of mystery, and you will figure it out dear poet. I felt the perfect hue. It was again a nice journey on this summer day, barefoot, and spiritual. Loved it! E.L.

[Sweets]

So beautiful, with a wonderful soft flow. I can imagine the meadow and the butterflies, this is such a great poem.

[L0v3craft]

I'm in love with this-- the rhyme is playful and the descriptions imaginative and lovely :]]

[Pax]

there is a warm feeling on the poem that gives us flight.
wonderful write!

[Kristallo]

Breathing basil in whisper's wind... Mmm, so lovely and esoteric. I simply adore your 'sun-blushed' imagery, your words have a certain magnetism to them, it draws you in and creates the most gorgeous images in your mind, this sublime and euphoric place is created- and just for a little while, it's nice to escape into this beautiful canvas of ethereal wonderland... you are such a masterful weaver of fantasy, always I am so in awe of the pure bliss that you evoke with your words. "There are rooms in her wilding eyes."