This was beautiful. A Butterfly is the epitome of all things fragile, beautiful, and short-lived. Butterflies mean different things to many people. For some, good luck; for others, a warning. For most, happiness. To see them or have them perch on your finger brings smiles and a moment of peace. Some may bring pleasant memories of times gone by or a flashback of the smiling face of a loved one lost. Even though the moment is so brief, it is never completely forgotten.
This brought wonderful thoughts of my mother to mind. She has passed on, but we always say she visits us through those butterflies that seem to notice you, just as you notice them... Great piece.
My favorite part of this poem is how you suggest that a butterfly (or any other beautiful natural creature) could be a loved one who's either distant or passed on, & who cannot otherwise visit, but who is visiting in creature form. I really do believe there are more connections behind the scenes, energy flows & unseen intelligence in nature, which may go so much further than anything humans have identified & measured! Your poem speaks of these possibilities ((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
This was beautiful. A Butterfly is the epitome of all things fragile, beautiful, and short-lived. Butterflies mean different things to many people. For some, good luck; for others, a warning. For most, happiness. To see them or have them perch on your finger brings smiles and a moment of peace. Some may bring pleasant memories of times gone by or a flashback of the smiling face of a loved one lost. Even though the moment is so brief, it is never completely forgotten.
A lovely trist with a butterfly!
So well written, I felt like it was surrounding me, in a trance like state....add to the list of loved ones....were sweet poem!
Beautiful poem. The repetition gives this piece a lighthearted feeling instead of a melancholy one. Feels like A bit of hope after a long period of grieving. What was once felt as loss, is now found in the beauty of nature. Thank you for sharing!
Many people like to think of butterflies as a visit from a loved one who has passed over. At a funeral of a friend, a blue butterfly sat next to me on a church pew. I found that so comforting.
Poems that I write are sometimes misunderstood.
Which basically means I am too . Right?
Sometimes I'm put together perfectly but other times I'm a frantic f*****g mess.
I let my emotions flow; I w.. more..