~The Butterfly Poet~
~it finally arrived~
~that day words wouldn’t come~
~the empty feeling refused to go~
~she tore her hand~
~from the glove of her mind~
~watched her imagination~
~those minute remnants left~
~dribble onto her notebook~
~a blot pattern blood ink~
~she wrote an ode to the butterfly:~
~whose wings of earth~
~& feet of sky~
~an invitation to glory~
~the likes of which I~
~see sun through each~
~a fluttering~
~land~
~beautiful~
~mute~
~you are so much &~
~expect so little~
~you are at peace while I~
~envy you heaven~
~that fair bit of sky~
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~it finally arrived~
~that day words wouldn’t come~
~the empty feeling refused to go~
~she tore her hand~
~from the glove of her mind~
~watched her imagination~
~those minute remnants left~
~dribble onto her notebook~
~a blot pattern blood ink~
~she wrote an ode to the butterfly:~
~whose wings of earth~
~& feet of sky~
~an invitation to glory~
~the likes of which I~
~see sun through each~
~a fluttering~
~land~
~beautiful~
~mute~
~you are so much &~
~expect so little~
~you are at peace while I~
~envy you heaven~
~that fair bit of sky~
http://wordwulf.com
WordWulf
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