Beautiful butterflies take all the troubles away. 13 September 2006.


Cup the forlorn words.
Trap it within those butterfly wings.
Let it fly,
so those rose skies partner
what vindictive blood spills,
and see it ride with the horses.

Lay the beach and many grains.
Washed away with its pain,
and beautiful like that butterfly.



Landing with content,
the wind cries its colour,
and fustian lavender praises
the second beat of wings.



Now four wings dance; flutter,
kiss and breathlessly mutter
no forlorn words.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 14:53

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Just when I needed an escape ...
this poem provided wings....
and thereby flight.... thanks

keith nunes
emotive and expressive. nice write

Kathy Lockhart
Your words here are very calming as they uplift with the wings of butterflies. :) kathy

Zoya Zaidi
Hi, John,
You are back,
With the butterfly, on her wings
with all the hues of spring,

How are you doing, John?