This is interesting. Either you cherish freedom and remember the moment by getting a tattoo, or you resent freedom because you are no longer free and the butterfly is a painful reminder of what was lost. A third possibility is that you envy the butterfly because you are earth-bound, and getting a tattoo is an Icarus-like attempt to create wings and join the flight. I don't know which meaning to ascribe; all pack quite a bit of thought into such a small space.
beautiful shape poem that has the outward appearence of a butterfly, the meaning is touching in that it makes the heart think about the meaning of life, and all that it intels, etched into subversion- to reconcile with the possibility that maybe things
will get better as the furture passes by like a houndred mile an hour freight train,
in saying the downtrodden feelin is dye cast into the frame work of the thought,
heartfelt as it is, and in many ways your words have the general reflection of
insight regarding the opening word, freedom, and what defines the action of such cause, to be free as a butterfly floating carelessly upon a gentle breeze in springtime, to ponder wether or not dreams actually come true, and what is life
in the bigger picture, in the eternal scheme of living, great metaphorical writing.
Take Care, Mike
just so happens I have this EXACT tattoo on my right wrist, from when I was 18 and that sort of freedom was before me, a "colorful reminder/painfully, permantly etched/into the skin", now that I am utterly bound to the earth and before me I feel the weight of the earth that will soon cover my grave.
God that's depressing! :0
I really like this poem, and the form works well with the content -
Great job!
This is interesting. Either you cherish freedom and remember the moment by getting a tattoo, or you resent freedom because you are no longer free and the butterfly is a painful reminder of what was lost. A third possibility is that you envy the butterfly because you are earth-bound, and getting a tattoo is an Icarus-like attempt to create wings and join the flight. I don't know which meaning to ascribe; all pack quite a bit of thought into such a small space.
This is a great poem. It represents the sad fact that every freedom has its price. Sometimes, the cost is so high that it permanently damages any enjoyment we would have normally received from the dreamt freedom.
Do we become our symbols? Will the butterfly etched still fly if the skinholder is free? Just questioning because your poem does a great job of placing a harsh glare on what could have been an expression of freedom.
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