Pretty Butterfly

There you go again, caught in the breeze,
Thinking it's you against the world.
While you seek the comfort in others, allured with your Beauty,
I sit here, laughing about the past.

That's now all you have Pretty Butterfly,
For your kind don't live long.
So here I will wait,
As you come crashing down on my feet.

My arms cannot catch your fragile beauty,
For they have held them long enough.
It's time for you to go and use your own wings,
Mine have suffered enough.

You don't need my flowers,
You left my rose without reason.
So why lie again to my face again?
Make me feel with a heart you shattered.

I have found another, Pretty Butterfly,
Who broke the chair and taught my heart to walk again.
She doesn't need a pasture to fly in,
She is thankful to what is given.

So I ask you now, be free in whatever you think best,
I will give you no cages.
Seek comfort in the others you have stolen,
Pretty Butterfly...


~ Poem written by Symon Taylor.



Original image taken from - http://media.photobucket.com/image/butterflies/babalu1022/butterflies.jpg

Just a 5 minute poem

Picture from - http://www.fjelltours.nl/Dias/IMG_4214w.JPG

A poem I wrote for a friend to show that poetry can be thought of so easily.



Sky littered with jewels, pressed up a black wall,
Skin, cold, on the water sprayed grass.

A fire is lit against the branded twigs found lonely,
As I watch the moon's face fly on high.

The flames lick these coarse pieces of wood,
Found stranded, far from home.

But now they come to warm embrace,
Be at peace, lonely souls.


~ Poem By Symon Taylor.





"Poetry is painting a mental image for the soul."