Shay's Word Garden: Perfect Butterfly

Friday, December 5, 2008

Perfect butterfly

Your wings are wet

I can't look away

I can't forget

Your beauty utter

As you softly flutter

Perfect butterfly.

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Shrinky said...: There was a butterfly house I used to go to with thousands of exotic, muti-coloured creatures flitting around. They would land on me, sit in my hand, settle in my hair. It felt like being kissed by fairies.

I haven't thought of that place in years. Thank you for taking me back there. Smile.; December 6, 2008 4:35 AM
Mama Zen said...: Have mercy, this is hot!

Come see me. I have something for you!; December 6, 2008 9:00 AM
Marty said...: A Prefect Butterfly

+ A Perfect Beauty

= Perfect Poetry

Perfect 1, Shay; December 6, 2008 2:11 PM
Fireblossom said...: Aw Shrinky, I can just picture you there, the Fairy Queen. :-)

I'm glad you liked! As you can see from the post above this one, I came, I saw, I blogged!

What a neat response, Marty, thank you so much. :-); December 6, 2008 10:15 PM
Cynthia said...: Soft and gentle poem.

hi shayfire please visit Epiphany's End Note here -

http://poemflesh2.blogspot.com; December 7, 2008 12:07 AM
Tracey-Ann said...: This poem floats lightly on air, perfectly delicate and fragile, like your butterfly. Lovely poem, Shay.; December 7, 2008 1:15 PM