The Memory of Butterflies

Do you remember

the blankets

we made together?

Caterpillar?

Quilting those hot and cold envelopes

Threaded with wine

and kisses,

Ulysses?

Guided by hands,

knees and things

Electric pins and needles

and dreams

Using all instruments,

looping all strings

Spasms of bliss

weaving you, weaving me

Cupping flames, taming waves

Tumbling bound into our nameless sanctuary?

 

I do

Butterfly,

Masterpiece!

And the sky,

so beautiful,

so often, 

is filled with it.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Michael X]

a muse eclipsing sunrise, the golden, silky case spun by the intention
of artistic illusion, when romance heightens the sky or even a poet's
heart expressing the depth of focus and talent for sensuous expression.
this poem is a dream I donot want to wake from ^_^

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Beautiful. Loved the imagrey and the comparison to butterflies.

[Sethnicity]

Thank You for this... I have no critiques just appreciation....

[Revery]

Love the word combinations you use,

Spasms of bliss
weaving you, weaving me
Cupping flames, taming waves

Wow, love it.

[Audrey Owens]

So full of movement, like a boat on a restless sea. I love how there's an explosion as the first stanza ends, and then a recovery with the second.

[Nicholas Hallows]

Love this. It has a lovely soft flow throughout and great imagery. Like Michael said, this poem's a dream. Very well written. NH

[Everett DeValle]

Wow, pure explosion from the beginning...emotions wafting for your readers to be drawn in. Lovely line...

Quilting those hot and cold envelopes/Threaded with wine/and kisses

Lovely write Natasha, and Thank you for your friendship.

[A Writer's Curse]

Very impressive. I love the blunt, rhyming one-liners, eloquently placed within the larger descriptive piece.