THE BUTTERFLY YOU WERE MEANT TO BE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Let The Hard Work You Did In Your Caterpillar Phase,

Let You Fulfill Your Dreams And Become

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THE BUTTERFLY YOU WERE MEANT TO BE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Let The Hard Work You Did In Your Caterpillar Phase,

Let You Fulfill Your Dreams And Become

Red Admiral

There for a fleeting moment
Red Admiral on the wall
Grabbed my camera quickly
‘Good call’, I hear, ‘Good call’

Flutter

flutter, flutter, flutter

they fluttered

my fingers, they fluttered

into winged sparrows

 

Freedom in Flight

Rest a-while butterfly,

rest if you must,

Cocoons – Butterfly

Sad

Lonely

Hurt

Discouraged

Lost

Empty

Trapped

Angry

Where are you, Lord?

I’m everywhere, I’m here, with you.

Butterflies

 

Butterflies on the mallow
deep pink and white
Captured on camera
there in mid-flight
It’s a beautiful thing
in my garden to see
although brief and short-lived
their longevity

Lovely III

Cabbage white on my lavender
fluttering about
It’s lovely out here
and I’d glad I am out
So warm in the sunshine
on this wonderful day
the middle of summer
with wildlife at play

In Memory of a Butterfly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This colorful butterfly was sadly found dead…

In this world, left behind
May this memory remain
Of beauty, worldly bind
Of love, unspoken pain

Multiple Haiku:Life

Life, a gentle hop
From one star to the next one
Pastures nomadic

Rime Royal: Be Positive Forever

Why not be an eagle aloft?
Have the earth in the eye
Why not be a flower soft?

Butterfly Dreams

Pink, Prosecco procession sky

Tenderly unwraps protective

Tendrils of overnight mist

From the crowns of autumn-glory,

Turn-leafing oaks; liberates quiet,

Banner-winged butterfly dreams.

Desire (Loop poem)

Poetry challenge: Loop poetry.

image: google

Desire… is a butterfly,

butterfly born to fly,

fly far away from you,

you stupid little boy.

site for Sight

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/

Hole in One

Is a tale of none,

 who fell Prey to Trump.

Treasure of life once possessed

he traversed length and breath, in search;

 Hot spots left behind for desolate ones

Running from all, hiding the treasure

from those that are shut out from all pleasure.

And the Dream Made it Worse

Dreaming awake

The butterfly flutters

As the smell of toast

Wafts.

The crow caws

In a dark morning sky

… And the dream made it worse.

Butterfly

Dare to follow the butterfly
See where its path will lead
Don’t lose sight of its zigzag flight
It will show you what you need.
Dare to soar and flit, alight

Hearing the daylight enter

The quietness is all I’m looking for,
as the noise of butterfly wings flying,
of slow-moving clouds, of the music I
find in your eyes, would be too much already.

Before we slept, the sound of our bodies,
of lips and sheets, of wanting more,
was what I saw and it was darker then.
I felt all senses, they became insane.

butterfly memories – poem

From gentle puff chaotically darting
to flower a visit never planned
randomly deliberate steps falter
to finish where it must be so

Meadow grass reflecting endless bounty
sun paints rippled waves to dance and bend
propelling higher, ever farther
breezes any distance might transcend.

New Author

I would like to welcome a new author who has joined ” Poets Corner .”




Her name is Sanchari and she is from Delhi, India.

The serious butterfly