With my pen,
I pin
my thoughts and feelings,
as butterfly words,
to the page.
Stab them,
one by one,
and hold them fast;
to better understand
the shades of meaning
on their wings.
As Gabriella said, excellent metaphor. I do think sometimes we find different meanings in even our own words when they are 'held fast' on the page for a while.
Nailed it. So to speak.
ReplyDeleteabsolutely perfect. the pen is a sword.
ReplyDeleteStabbing butterflies by a not so good atheist appeals to my dark humour:)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous metaphor
ReplyDeleteIndeed like butterflies words ca fly anywhere and spread the pollen!!
ReplyDeleteGreat use of metaphor in your poem! Once written down words help us to understand what was just fleeting around us indeed.
ReplyDeleteAs Gabriella said, excellent metaphor. I do think sometimes we find different meanings in even our own words when they are 'held fast' on the page for a while.
ReplyDeleteYou capture word, butterflies and irony here--how much easier to see and how very very dead!
ReplyDeleteHa1 What J Cosmo said.
ReplyDeleteVery well written.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is succinct and perfect - "to better understand the shades of meaning on their wings"
ReplyDeleteIt's like all those exquisite little birds that just won't hold still long enough to get a good look at them.
ReplyDelete'butterfly words.' how lovely!
ReplyDeletethe pen is a powerful thing.
great write
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
Short & crisps like the 'Metaphors' by Sylvia Plath. I enjoyed it, thanks.
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