Friday, December 5, 2008

Perfect Butterfly

Perfect butterfly

Your wings are wet

I can't look away

I can't forget

Your beauty utter

As you softly flutter

Perfect butterfly.



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.

Mama Zen said...

Have mercy, this is hot!

Come see me. I have something for you!

Marty said...

A Prefect Butterfly

+ A Perfect Beauty

= Perfect Poetry

Perfect 1, Shay

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. :-)

Cynthia said...

Soft and gentle poem.

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Anonymous said...

This poem floats lightly on air, perfectly delicate and fragile, like your butterfly. Lovely poem, Shay.