I saw a butterfly
It crossed my path
Fluttering
And buttering
Its wings heavy with powder
Carrying the dust away from me
The butterfly is red and black
It rests on the white wall
To gather its wits
I can’t wear colour
Not here
My thought shifts out from black and white
But upon me colour is drained
Wasted
I will pack the green and blue
Wear them like wings when this place is gone
When this place is gone
I try to find quiet
To hear the wings
Lapping against the sky
The pew creaks in the silence
The emptiness of a shopping bag that cannot be taken home
I bought two oranges
Raspberry water and a bag of Reese’s pieces
It rains and I am cold
I swallow the sugar
Like holy wafers
But not quite as good as powder
The butterfly is unsteady on its path
Fluttering and buttering
My scrunching is too loud
Under St Peter
The giver of keys
Dirty
Graceless
Like scrunching butterfly bones
Like chewing up the chaos.
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Intensely good imagery! I love your use of color and butterfy symbology to convey the mood!
You infer location by giving details that make it clear. You offer insight into self-perception through imagery, clear as can be, without the telling. The butterfly metaphorically declares two distinct messages. This is exceptional writing, Jae. You are exceptional. BRAVA!!!
Thank you Josie..great profile pic..
Maybe I need to read it to find out! Thanks Kim..exceptionally.. ;)
Jae :)
When I was small my father called a butterfly, a flutterby. It was funny and it made sense. Your writing reminded me of those long lost days. But your writing also tells a different story of profound loss and the difficulty in adjusting. I want to see you back home again living and laughing at the world as it flutters by.
Brilliant imagery.
Love your style and how the words float onto the page:)
xx
swallow sugar like holy wafer!!
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Me too OldEgg..very much..thank you..
Thanks Gwen..
Bless you Zongrik!
Jae
I sense a growing lightness that has not been there before. You are taking colours out with you, and leaving the black behind. All will be well, if you have the lightness with you outside.
I have a thing about butterflies. They are beautiful, but indeed they are fragile. It won't be long before you are home. I will await that day when I read you have left room 23 and can flutter your own wings and make your own way.
I'm a butterfly fan as well. Sometimes their wings get damp and they are stuck, but gradually the sun grants them freedom. Hope that sun is coming your way, Jae, so you can "flutter by" free and happy. Love, Amy
I sort of thought I was eating a butterfly at the end. Very vivid. Being a vegetarian this was quite upsetting. I know this will sound strange coming from tiger.
Thank you Altonian..I am glad you saw some lightness..
Oh..may that day come quickly..thank you Mary..
Hi Amy..good to see you..I have a butterfly tattoo on my ankle..a splash of blue sunshine..thank you..
Butterflies should never be eaten..they are too precious..thank you TigerBrite..
Jae
Your words are as delicate as a butterfly's wing. Sheer delight.
I noted all the religious references.Puzzling.The prodigal son came to mind and I pushed him
straight out of my head again and out of yours too:)
your words and style truly connect with me; i find myself re-reading out of sheer pleasure and then find new meaning & feeling.
Love this part so much: I try to find quiet
to hear wings lapping
against the sky.
Butterflies are such a fascinating symbol, transformation and chaos at once.
Thank you Keith..Jae is delighted you enjoyed!
Thank you for clearing out my noggin Rallentanda..much appreciated..
Thanks PlayWrite..very much..
Yes indeed Nara..like words perhaps..you scatter them and hope for order to come out of the chaos..
Jae
Yes, chew up the chaos and then spit it out.
Butterflies are delicate but, they do nothing else but live their lives fluttering here, there and everywhere. So odd when you think of their lives measured in mere days compared to ours, and yet, they lived a whole life cycle.
Fabulous writing again Jae. Keep your goal in sight, it's nearly here.
Thank you DayDreamer..I do hope so..flutterby wishes back..Jae
I don't think I've ever seen a butterfly that wasn't absolutely beautiful. I don't think of them as frail, I think of them as free. I'm so happy that one crossed your path. I hope that it becomes steady and stays on this path with you.
There is so much grace in your writing.
Thank you Archna..Jae :)
wings lapping against the sky was a really nice image off the delicacy and crunch of the bones. great write.
I remember before when you wrote about the butterfly. You know it is a symbol of transformation. Hold the butterfly close... wise woman, only you knew the butterfly had bones!
Thanks Ed...glad you stopped by..
I have a butterfly marked on my bones Annell..she keeps me safe..hugs
Jae x
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