O! butterfly, to where you
fly?
I see you rise to reach the
clouds,
to kiss the mist, drink
sunshine,
fluttering past watery
mounds.
On to petals falling like
dew,
O! butterfly, to where you
fly?
imparting colours all so
bright,
air filled with love and
delight.
Hopping on flowers,
carrying the pollen,
O! butterfly to where you
fly?
spreading life in and around.
Nectary juices flow abound,
buds of lilies surround
with smile,
there you go flying miles,
O! butterfly to where you
fly?
Quatern
A sixteen line French form
composed of four quatrains. The first line of stanza one is the second line of
stanza two, third line of stanza three & fourth line of stanza four. Eight
syllables per line .
10 comments:
butterflies are some of my favs...little sky dancers in their beautiful dresses...you capture it well and nice job on the form too...
I just love to watch butterflies flying. They do hope sometimes as well, as you mentioned in your poem. They are just fragile and gentle beings.
they are so pretty. I love to watch them flitting about in meadows with no particular place to go
Lovely poem on a butterfly’s flight. :)
Very well written...
tiptoed synergy
Reading your poem, I imagined the butterflies painting the morning as part of their greeting.
Beautiful write, made me smile.
so beautiful!
An excellent Quatrain, Vandana. You kept the meter well.
And I followed your butterfly where I could, that is a rarity.
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a poetic dance, you poem and butterflies!
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