when something is missing

 

 

like a butterfly 

beyond the reach of a child

 

time flits away   you

were there   then you weren't

 

now there is an emptiness

and a memory   

  

~

 

like the petal of a daisy

she loves me   she loves me not

 

picked and cast off   a memory

adrift on a breeze   

 

awakened by a scent 

confirmed by a shortness of breath

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-30 at 05:27

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
A good game with words; well done, Jim.
2021-04-05


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
A precise observation on the transient and ephemeral nature of a memory . . . meditative! The imagery of "a butterfly / beyond the reach of a child" and "she loves me / she loves me not" made me smile.

Feels good to read your work after a hiatus. I've missed your poems.
Bibek
2021-04-02


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant use of minimalist language producing cinemascopic perceptions. Well done!
2021-03-30