A poem is like a butterfly
A poem is like a butterfly
it flutters by.
Pin it on a velvet pillow,
study it and learn all its parts.
Now don’t forget to praise yourself
for you’ve done well. And full of pride
you present those facts; you are
dead right: you have captured it —
and it’s dead all right.
A poem is like a butterfly
it flutters by.
Reach out in amazement. Imagine
its velvet touch and the quivering
lightness of its shimmering color.
A song of ethereal beauty,
its loveliness enhanced by your love.
No wonder then that the encounter
leaves you blessed.