Friday, August 19, 2011

The Lesson

In a long ago time, in a far away place,
A young girl reposed with the warmth on her face of summer's Old Sol.
And on the breeze, with such grace, a butterfly danced
A ballet of freedom amid the leaves and the lace.

In a dazzle of hues, it waltzed on the air,
Dipping and darting and devil may care,
It whispered a challenge; come dance and be free,
A butterfly dare

Dappled leaves gently swayed; an enchanted green glade.
The young girl watched from the filigreed shade.
She arose and she danced; she opened herself.
Pirouetted and pranced, a spry woodland elf.

Her spirit was lifted, released with a sigh.
On butterfly wings, she soared to the sky.
She danced with abandon; she set herself free.
She danced for the wonder of all she could be.

She glanced as the butterfly paused on a flower,
Fluttered once and departed the fanciful bower.
She smiled , blew a kiss, a grateful goodbye,
For a lesson in freedom from a small butterfly.


The Genie

2 comments:

  1. Jeannie,
    Nice of you to share your poetry with others .

    All great poets are consider brilliant or a genius or maybe both . I found them a bit of both that lived in their own world and space .

    I shall add this one to the poem you wrote my son when he first burst into this world.

    I may be lucky enough to present you with them and have you sign them for me at your first book signing.

    I am a collector of sorts.

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