The Butterfly’s Withdrawal

cautistic flame

She was a disciple of love

So when it fell, unrequited,

She couldn’t help but gag the doves,

And kill those flames she ignited


We’d talked before about being loved

How she prized the air round her tongue

How her flame now in silent mud

Burns in the theft where power hung


Why must that faded spotlight tempt,

Then dance away in shadows fright

Of course the mind and soul had wept

The eyes and heart were torn with smite.


Her eyes smoldered like ne’er before

How deep and dark the corners grew

The flame that burned inside those doors,

Slipped past without a single view


Her soul, a moth, to caustic flame,

How nothing filled her like that heat

Her wings singed black with passion’s name

Her desperation was replete


She tossed and turned, unapt to sleep

Musing now if he was awake,

but bookmarks on her heart ran deep

and the broken pieces still had ache


I fell for her, damaged and all,

We sat and spoke for hours on end

How butterflies go through withdrawal

And sometimes love can never mend


We sat there through the ebbs of night

as suggestive parlance slowly grew

And me with my destructive sight,

had bitten more than I could chew.


You see the thing romantics do

Like her and I, we don’t give up

So being blind I chanced it too

Confessed my heart, forgave my gut.


And tersely she responded quick

We’re friends, no more, my heart is sick

The firing squad inside me clicks

My heart learns how to be sceptic


Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

8 thoughts on “The Butterfly’s Withdrawal

  • May 1, 2017 at 4:16 PM

    Poignant Paul, so very sad that unrequited love…Impossible to build upon the brokenness of another. Such lovely images you have rendered refrencing both butterflies and moths, gave it a fine effect. Very well done, with so many beautiful lines. Enjoyed it!


    • May 2, 2017 at 7:55 AM

      Thank you so much Mel. The butterfly is beautiful and majestic, but the moth is intriguing, its drive is intense. Glad you enjoyed it. ~Paul

    • May 2, 2017 at 7:55 AM

      Thank you so much Phyllis. I do appreciate your kindness.

  • May 1, 2017 at 10:51 PM

    Profoundly true as those romantic among us fall for those singed butterflies and get singed ourselves. Beautifully penned with fine phrasing and imagery Paul. really enjoyed it.

    • May 2, 2017 at 7:56 AM

      Thank you so much Tony, cant tell you how many times my wings have been burned. Glad you enjoyed this.

  • May 2, 2017 at 5:32 AM

    This poem was a delight to read, Paul, even allowing for the sad ending. Good work.

    • May 2, 2017 at 7:58 AM

      Thank you so much John, I am glad you enjoyed it.


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