3WW..negate, baffle, elegant
black and white butterfly
dancing delicately
wings fluttering elegantly
touching the marigolds
i am baffled
by its unawareness
of my proximity
or am i so negated
by melancholy
that i don't exist
anymore
i watch in peace
in the soft afternoon
butterfly drunk on nectar
giving a magical performance
if he really loves me
butterfly will keep on dancing
this will be the sign
A beautiful short story, elegantly told...
ReplyDeleteMerci Monsieur Berowne.
ReplyDeleteLove the bit about the marigolds - they're as Australian as Sheila, in my book. Lovely poetry, I would end it with - this will be the sign, I wouldn't mention the last verse.
ReplyDeletea different version on he loves me not. butterflies a lovely picture.
ReplyDeleteI see you..I see you..you are still there..maybe a Guinness will lure him in..although flying away is dance..follow you must (at a dignified distance and pace)..Jae
ReplyDeletevery nice. 'butterfly drunk' I like a lot.
ReplyDeleteThey fly off so the better ones can come and drink the nectar.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed perusing your sidebar. You're in Bali?
And I Totally Agree on Peter Sellers. "Being There." Now that was a great movie!!
I agree Andy. I have removed it. Thanks luv!
ReplyDeleteam i so negated
ReplyDeleteby melancholy
that i don't exist
anymore...
Brilliant phrasing and implications. Nice work!
The butterfly's dance is entrancing and that drunken performance as you describe it that mesmerises us is perhaps it's defence mechanism to foil a predator. I loved this piece as I am a constant butterfly watcher.
ReplyDeleteInteresting piece.
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