Butterfly

by Maple Tree   Oct 16, 2012


She closed the doors in August,
same time as my
confusion set in,
I try
often to meet her halfway.

He spoke to me in December
that very same year,
and I thought for a moment
that we connected,
but her grief was
too much to bare,
and I see her
sinking further
into the bleakness
of bitterness.

I wish she would fly
with the butter birds,

but her heart and soul
are as broken as the
daily havoc she treads.

He nudges me often
to awaken her soul,

and I find his annoyance
breathtaking,

I just wish she could hear him
the way that I do....

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  • 11 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    Appears that this person (a male) is trying to communicate messages to his loved one (a female) via a "he" spirit (medium). The spirit tried briefly to connect them "He spoke to me in December" (implying the male character is also a spirit himself) briefly connected with his loved one, but could not bear to see her grief so did not try again. Thereafter the narration is the imagination of the male character

    I wish she would fly
    with the butter birds,

    but her heart and soul
    are as broken as the
    daily havoc she treads.

    I would love to know the meaning of the "butter birds", as I cannot find any reference to this phrase....perhaps it denotes some form of carefree cheerful birds.

    "He nudges me often
    to awaken her soul,

    and I find his annoyance
    breathtaking,

    So the ending verse in the words of the "he" spirit

    I just wish she could hear him
    the way that I do.

    The he/she reversal got me. I am in doubt if the story told in here is even close to my interpretation, but I am surely impressed by the interesting gender switch in the story.

  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I keep reading this one Maple, it is in one way like you are talking about two other people and their relationship, but in another way it is like you are talking about yourself and the other person. Like you are watching the other half of you step back and hide when really the other half wants you to take a chance and fly. Perhaps because of the pain from the past experience you are weary of spreading your wings again which is why you decide not to fly.

    It is a powerful poem and I suppose could hold a lot of deeper things between the lines. Nice work.

  • 11 years ago

    by Hellon

    A butterfly...you can never catch...and they're fragile beauty make them..exceptional...just like love....you cannot bottle them but...given freedom perhaps they will return...

  • 11 years ago

    by Meme

    I have to admit, I got a bit confused with the 'he' and 'she' so I read it again and realized you are talking about two individuals in this piece.

    The way you kicked open this piece is what I love the most, I love any piece that uses months or seasons in it. Here the use of months allowed the reader to see how much time has gone in between these two people.

    The last three verses just made me sigh, it broke my heart when you said you wish she could hear him the way you do. It showed me that only you can understand him and she couldn't.

    Nominated..

  • 11 years ago

    by Wild flower

    I feel there's a sad side to this poem, that left me thinking of whats behind it..

    Really love it, great job:)