All That's Left~

Butterfly haunts me

flutters by in the dark of night

when the smoke cleared

all that was left was a still photograph

no breath to be had, no words to be spoken

perched upon my mind where no one can see

all the secrets that taunt me

left behind in your spirit 

like an erratic zephyr, they twist my head

nothing sacred in how you fled the atmosphere

I oft wonder have you found that freedom

as you floated from this earth

markings on the sky of colorless clues

the painted scenery still not clear

all that's left to do is exhale poetry

Author's Note

For my sweet sister Lee...

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very sad but an ode to your sweet butterfly sister who left the torment of our mundane world and all the suffering in it to find freedom from its prison and hopefully her oasis of love on the zephyrs of blue wonder. May she find her peace...Pen on...:)

[Frieda P]

Ah Sami, love 'oasis of love on the zephrys of blue wonder'...that's a poem in itself, thank you muchly ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

I do too...You are welcome muchly...:)

[Souladareatease]

Beautiful and tender sadness here Frieda---indeed You captured Grace with Heart- may the haunts become Memories of goodness!!!
Delicate ink!!!

[Frieda P]

Try always to make those memories all good, but the pain has left a deep scar my friend, thanks for your kind words...

[Stella Armour]

but in that poetry you are sharing everything she means to you , so her memory is free like a butterfly to dance beautifully and fleetingly touch the hearts of everyone who reads your words... a lovely tribute Frieda.....

[Frieda P]

You put a smile on my heart with your kind words Stella, I love the idea that she could 'fleetingly touch the hearts of everyone who reads'....thanks so much my sweet friend.

[Traci]

Every time you write about Lee your words are so deeply heartfelt, and beautiful they bring tears to my eyes. So much more than just words, they are feelings, raw feelings of pain, and love. I do believe your sweet sister Lee is smiling right now. Let your beautifully penned words and her memory comfort you.

[Frieda P]

It is a comfort in some small way, the only way I know how, thanks for your kind words Traci.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

I'm sorry for the loss in the family, Frieda. May she rest in peace.
Truly that during times of misery, all that's left to do is to exhale poetry.
A beautiful ode. Keep going.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Dhaye, muchly appreciate your thoughts.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

You're always welcome, my friend. :)

[Aethereal]

Butterflies haunt us all the more because they're the essence of ephemeral beauty born of transformation. Beauty must be captured within the time span of each fleeting moment for that's its nature. Beauty appears in our lives, disappears, and the then appears again, in and out of existence like magic. We're the Proteus gods of eternal transformation.

[Frieda P]

There's poetry in your response Aethereal, thanks for those beautiful thoughts...

[Einstein Noodle]

i am sorry you suffer the loss of your sister Lee. you must have loved her very much and she you judging from your expression. great pain drives those so bent to the pen. a gift i guess one could say. you honor your sister well.
"the painted scenery still not clear
all that's left to do is exhale poetry"

some things are never clear to our pea brains; but you keep breathing sister! wonderful tribute!

E.

[Frieda P]

She was the best part of me, thanks for your kind words here E, muchly appreciated.

[icelandicblue]

This captures the sadness and all the questions that are left behind. The reader can feel the love and loss in this gentle and painful poem.

[Frieda P]

Thanks blue, always appreciate your thoughts my friend.

[Emily B]

she is in peace and loves you :)

i've been seeing rainbows a lot lately, i didn't expect to find another one here

[Frieda P]

You've made my heart smile Emily, thanks! :-)

[Emily B]

I've been with you all the time it took to write this, I would see you editing and I knew there was important work going on. Healing doesn't happen in an instant. We get a little closer with each poem we write though.

[Ency Bearis]

Beautiful ode and lovely to read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Ency, much appreciate your visit.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you write such beautiful poems for her, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

None that could compare to her beauty jacob, thanks so much.