What the Butterfly Attests

What the Butterfly Attests
What the Butterfly Attests

And butterflies attest
the time so fleeting
for beauty to mesmerize the world,
a temporary glimpse of life in bloom
too soon to fade.

And yet each moment
of winged flurry, colors flashing
a fashion to beguile,
erratic flight so purposeful in need,
yet seemingly errant in deed.

How betrayed we are by our thoughts,
assumptions gleaming like gloaming dew,
and we so few to understand,
this cycle of life’s grand plan,
perfect in every way.

Drenched in sprays of colored thoughts,
tendrils reaching, beseeching light,
and we flailing in quandary,
drowning in our fated plights,
while truth just flutters by.

Complex a human mind,
drawn to self and elevation,
yet simplicity eludes us,
crushed by the weight of our striving,
arriving every time too late.

And in moments butterflies reborn and die,
beauty etched in life’s omniscient eye,
purpose driven and virulent life unspoken,
just the elegance of colored motion,
to ponder and in words convey its being.

So in silent wonder,
the butterfly, a temporary spark in time
does grace our sight,
and we must know its light,
for we are no different.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “What the Butterfly Attests

  • July 11, 2017 at 4:45 AM
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    We are but a fleeting moment in eternity, following our intended path to our truths and growing ever more spiritual to prepare for the next path awaiting us. I love the analogy of the butterfly, Tony. Great work, indeed.

  • July 11, 2017 at 7:33 AM
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    Like the elusive Blue Butterfly when captured in a moments time to witness it’s perfection, we see how truly imperfect we are. If only humans could shed their skin and become whole again like the Butterfly in flight. The great Monarch who flutter’s thousands of miles once a year to seek it’s warmth. If we should catch its pristine beauty, then count us fortunate. A symbolic gesture here my poet of a moment in eternity indeed.

  • July 11, 2017 at 6:18 PM
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    Many thanks dear poet, for your kind words and support. So pleased you enjoyed mu expression. Cheers!

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