She remembers long ago
when she’d catch his glances like butterflies,
flitting, fleeting, flickering glimpses,
darting from above a smile
of surreptitious wistfulness.
She’d swallow his longing
so the fluttering was within her,
and gaze back,
captivated, until they
in the net.
Ah, such a beautiful poem, Shawn…the use of alliteration certainly adds great flow to this piece and I love the simile and analogy…
I think it’s now one of my favourites. 🙂
(and think, it didn’t exist 3 hours hours ago. Something profound, like the life of a butterfly).
You are welcome…that’s how it is, sometimes…we write something ans say to ourselves “Wow, I just wrote that and I love it” …. yes, there is something profound in the brief waft of a butterfly’s life….
Lovely poem. Maria x
Thank you, Maria!
Drew me in to life with my own butterfly:) Still causes fluttering:) Beautiful.. Thank you for sharing.
My pleasure. Thank you for visiting today!
The verse is shaped like a butterfly wing. Tremble on.
Really, really nice. Both what it says – and how you say it. Love the ending. 8^)
Simply beautiful and as delicate as a butterfly.
Thank you, Melody!
Best love poem in a long time. Witty and poignant without sounding corny and overly sentimental. Oh people have whipped this discipline within an inch of its frail existence. So many lovers, so very few poets….
lol This is true. I have a love poem collection in process and was told I’m just on the cusp of being too sweet… 😉
This is my favourite poem so far, Shawn 🙂
Thank you, Joanna!