there’s a beautiful butterfly
that comes near
and then flutters away
as i wait patiently
i hold out my hand –
hopeful for the day
it will perch
on the tip of my finger
© 2006 kris e. lindquist
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2 comments:
What a vivid word painting!
Yesterday when I was working the yard I saw a bright orange butterfly land on some new plants. I wanted to touch it, but I knew it wouldn't let me.
And my longing reminded me that this is where I'm at in my pursuit of a loving, healthy relationship right now, too. I want to touch it, but it just won't let me.
Thanks for sharing your poem...I, too, am "hopeful for the day" but I'm struggling to "wait patiently." And I know that if I pounce, it will only fly away.
bust a move!
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