Saturday, May 13, 2006

Butter-Colored Butterflies

Butter-colored butterflies

Who, unlike butter, flutter by

And with each flutter, scutter high

Till higher as they skyward go

Like gentle breezes by, they blow

As lightly as a sigh and flow

Like flowing waves in brooks that break

And roll around each nook and make

Me savor every look I take

Till taking my attention to

A songbird of a gentian’s hue;

Dotted, spotted, drenched in blue

A blue as blue as heavens aloft

With speckled, freckled feathers coiffed

Upon each wing, together soft

While softly, as they flit and fly,

They warm my heart and charm my eye

And dip and dive and scutter nigh

These butter-colored butterflies


Blogger evil ape said...

You don't know how to hyphenate!

7:37 AM  
Blogger pee money said...

Scutter nigh, evil ape! Your comments are a blight upon this blog. Good job, Denny. Your hyphenation lends me strength and vitality.

10:44 AM  
Blogger bufafa said...

Whoever reads this poem and, having missed the imagery and complexity of the woven scheme, merely comments on the missuse of hyphen, of which there is none, is a ass!! .....miss-use!

9:00 AM  

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