They say all prayers are heard by butterflies, who whisper it to the angels. When my buddy next to me, in the fox-hole we had been sharing, died, or I could say got 'blowed-up', a wild and strange thing did happen. Butterflies, first two, then five, then dozens landed on my brother-in-arms. I was afraid, I told these creatures so. I had heard the myth as well. Please, please, butterflies, let them know I am afraid. The bombs keep falling, then guns keep blazing the bullets red hot steel keeps burning and tearing everything in site. The butterflies all flew away. The bombs continued bombing, the bullets continued flying, the blood continued flowing. Hell, I don't fucking know Brother? Maybe they were moths. So I got two pennies and placed them over his eyes....
Freedom of a Butterfly
Butterflies were meant to fly; they add color to the sky
Their beauty is such we forget their just bugs
Born into this world as unpretentious caterpillars
They go about life's business, no one notice, no one cares
It only when they spot their colorful wing
Do attention they get
Butterflies like us were meant to fly
When we as children grow and spout those wings of colors
That show our beauty, some people try and push, those whose colors are different, they’re not what others want to see
In the jar they try to put your beautiful individuality
No they don’t want you to be free; you’re set in stone by the gender role
That someone says was meant to be
No, this is just not so, just like butterflies were not meant to live in a jar
People need to shine, find their lives true roles
Just like butterflies we were meant to fly
On the wings of a butterfly her memories soar,
She watches her movements as her tears pour.
Focus. Focus on the flight forget your rage,
Let the butterfly in you fly from your cage.
© Cynthia Clark
Imagination In Abstraction!
A figure of an animal at first sight
In a maze-like color combination
An abstraction like a Rorschach ink blot
Where in light colored green- yellow and orange combination
An image of a big cat in furly hair
In my fragilie mind and imagination appeared
Only to realized a paper light weight
In his soft flapping wings, a butterfly
Fly's around looking for a flower bud
Where its nectar resides.
Metamorphosis
I started out as a cocoon
Then I became an ugly caterpillar;
crawling on leaves and branches.
One day something happened
and I became a butterfly.
Transition.
I can’t go back.
rub me the wrong way
too much
I'll lose all my magic dust
won't be able to fly
you rub me wrong
rub me raw
let me fly from you
ere magic isgone
WHISPERS TO THE ANGELS.
They say all prayers are heard by butterflies, who whisper it to the angels. When my buddy next to me, in the fox-hole we had been sharing, died, or I could say got 'blowed-up', a wild and strange thing did happen. Butterflies, first two, then five, then dozens landed on my brother-in-arms. I was afraid, I told these creatures so. I had heard the myth as well. Please, please, butterflies, let them know I am afraid. The bombs keep falling, then guns keep blazing the bullets red hot steel keeps burning and tearing everything in site. The butterflies all flew away. The bombs continued bombing, the bullets continued flying, the blood continued flowing. Hell, I don't fucking know Brother? Maybe they were moths. So I got two pennies and placed them over his eyes....
I felt so trapped,
So I decided to break free.
I had been gone so long,
I couldn't remember the last time I had a chance to breathe.
I spread my wings to fly,
Beyond the barrier lines.
You can't hold me down,
Because I'm to high.
I'm too far from that negativity.
The past I barely see.
The only person I need is me.
She's a painted lady
Full of beauty and grace
Vibrant colours upon her face
Highly sought a hunters prize
Lets hope and pray that she survives
Her gift to nature to lay more eggs to continue the cycle of beauty and gtace
Elusive and graceful she glides
erratic and silent from milkweed to aster
a delicate dance of tortoiseshell splendor
her life but a whisper of brilliance
Autumn hides this beautiful creature
Colours not to be seen
Hidden against a background of nature male or female
A slight flutter says by to this butterfly
Once known as Chris Alice