As the sun finally gasps before settling in the orange bay;
the darkness creeps in, stealing all the colors of the day.
With timid eyes rise the creatures of the night;
silently fluttering, makes its way ‘the black butterfly.’
The world, surreal to her cast under the blanket of sorrow;
dazzled with darkness, she looks for some colors to borrow.
Though the creatures of the day, shortly, seem to fall frail;
shivering in fear, they hid, as the darkness prevails.
Once glorified, the Eden is mopped under the rug of shame;
even the painted yellow tulips seem to have forgotten their names.
The butterfly silently moved past the dark waters of sorrowing stream;
humming, like a song, stuck in head from a distant dream.
She reached to the lilies perched along the dismal gorge;
meditating they seem as they enter into the abyss, with forge.
The night seems to fall heavy, like some burden to their souls;
as they pray in silence to clear their conscience before the new sun rolls.
The butterfly, once again, mystified by these actors of the night;
waiting for the sun to put a shadow on their perpetual fights.
But soon, creatures will rise again, gaining back their colors for another start;
marooned for yet another day, as the butterfly makes its way back to dark.
22 responses to “The black butterfly”
Oh lord…Fuhhh… Please give me a break bro.. I am going spellbound on your every poem that i came across uptil now !!!
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Well, I am glad that you are going through my work. I appreciate that.
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I agree with RS Love… I enjoy poetry that’s goes beyond the surface, with meanings so deep that I have to re read, ponder and just sigh… with goosebumps on the inside
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Thank you!!
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U have such a poetic gift!… read this one to my daughter last night:)
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Thank you so much for your words 🙂
I am glad that you shared my poem with your daughter. I hope she liked it 🙂
Keep visiting.
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🙂
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U too:)
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Its beautiful.
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Thanks 🙂
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I love the harmony between the words and emotions that your poems have. Has a certain musicality. The metaphors are beautiful and so is the term “black butterfly”.
Amazing post.
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Thanks for reading. Yes, I was trying to use express in a metaphorical manner.
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Keep it up 💙
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“The world, surreal to her, cast under a blanket of sorrow; dazzled with darkness, she looks for some colors to borrow.” … My favourite line 🙂
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Thanks 🙂 I know you like this poem, I am working on the audio, I think I will make it a bit dramatic with some background noises.
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Ohhh!!!😊😊… can’t wait! So excited!!! Thank u😊
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Literally wow!
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Thanks !
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Thank you for sharing this divine piece.
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Thank you Sakshi
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