Another acrostic

Lest They Flutter By...

Flying through my mind
Orbs of egocentricity find
Outlets in the form of poetry
Drifting words I once heard
Fleeting thoughts, ideas anew
Often come when least expected
Ready with pen and paper am I
To capture those wild butterflies
Hiding in a maze of memories
Onto my page they're trapped
Until lovingly tamed
Grouped together into lines
Honed and made legible
Then released again, reborn

Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-04-14 at 07:48

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It's about time you made the front page with some of your stuff, and what better way to start than with this masterpiece!

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Enjoyed this read while waiting for my breakfast to settle. Food for thought and food for he soul. Delightful!

Wow! You've captured exactly what it means, to me, to be a poet! Definite A+B+F material!!! :-D.