the butterfly psyche

breaking through the cocoon walls
with nothing but small feet
and powdery wings
this is the power of a dream
from safety
to the unknown of flight
this is the self in the making
there’s a universe of air
so why do butterflies
go it alone
fluttering crazily
from flower to scent
to knee deep in nectar
exposed
beautiful
and expectant

©A. D. Joyce, 2015

7 thoughts on “the butterfly psyche”

Autodidact Doug

tough and tender simultaneously…and insightful…as always

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- February 18, 2015 at 5:23 pm
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- Adriene (A. D. Joyce)
  
  Hey, Doug, how are you? Nice to see you and thank you for your comment. x
  
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  - February 18, 2015 at 5:34 pm
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SJ Holmwood

Love it! Thanks Adriene!

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- February 19, 2015 at 8:30 am
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- Adriene (A. D. Joyce)
  
  Thanks so much, SJ 🙂
  
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  - February 19, 2015 at 9:04 am
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Diane

You posted this delightful poem within hours of creating it. You’re amazing, Adriene!

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- February 21, 2015 at 5:09 pm
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- Adriene (A. D. Joyce)
  
  And you’re an amazingly creative and inspiring friend who helped me bring this to the fore. Thank you ❤
  
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  - February 22, 2015 at 1:42 pm
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  - Diane
    
    Thanks, Adriene. It works both ways – you too are an amazingly creative and inspiring friend!
    
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    February 22, 2015 at 6:28 pm