“I would rather have a mind opened by wonder
than one closed by belief.”
— Gerry Spence
Like a flash of startling color
in a mystical midnight dream
butterflies just materialize
from out of nowhere it would seem
like fragile fleeting fairies
from a mysterious magical source
they flit and flutter dazzlingly
such a breathtaking tour de force
so frail and so diaphanous
such bold and brilliant wings
silently they float on air
enchantingly beautiful things
they dart with such abandon
they dance more than they fly
so weightless — so very joyous
a wondrous ballet in the sky
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
Lyrically beautiful like a butterfly in flight, Rob! ????
Thank you ingrid.
The question marks were supposed to be a ‘butterfly’ emoji 🙂
My website is so old Ingrid, it doesn’t recognize emojis. ????
The dance of these verses enhances the floating lightness of your subject matter, RK. Well done!
Thank you Ron. I have been so heavy and dark again, that I needed something light and bright.
Lithe, light as mushroom dust, as beautiful as a sunrise, your tribute to butterflies is gorgeous. “Like fragile fleeting fairies from a magical source” hooked me.
Thank you brother! I tried several times to write about a creepy crawly, just couldn’t find inspiration in the dirt — so I turned my eye to the sky. 🙂
A lovely glimpse of their dazzling dance, Rob!
Thank you Lynn… 🙂
And I thought of Bullet with Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumkins
Not heard that one Bjorn.
Rob, they do appear to spring from nowhere don’t they. I think there are portals in the sky that release them on perfect days. I’ve never seen a butterfly that didn’t bring instant happiness to me and the rest of the world. Glad you chose to honor them with your poem today.
I think they are a unique magical part of the natural world Lisa. Such colorful variety, silently wafting about like a rainbow of wing-ed feathers.
Your words seem to flutter across the page. I do adore butterflies. I think you and I went for the beauty in some species. I have seen some monarchs around here lately. One day, I looked like a fool on my walk trying to get a photo of one. I swear it was playing a game of tag with me. I thought I’d fall in the lake .
And butterflies have such quick moves, unless you find one resting somewhere, photographing one is frustration personified.