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
O wow! This is amazing! I love how the "pretty butterfly", the beauty on the surface, becomes almost a somewhat "devious" beauty below! Intriguing piece of poetry!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. The picture really suits the tone of the poem. The butterflies, although beautiful and depicted as innocent on the outside, they are flying away from the darkness (Which one assumes they have created). Therefore, the butterflies are infact not so colourful after all - we find lots of flaws in their figure: The colour fades, the rips and tears in the wings show (etc). We then see that they are mischievous and devious creatures, creating havoc where they reside. However, on a first glance, one would not see or understand how something to pure could create such evil, until one starts to see their flaws. . .
ReplyDeleteThen it's a different story.