breaking through the cocoon walls
with nothing but small feet
and powdery wings
this is the power of a dream
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
from flower to scent
to knee deep in nectar
©A. D. Joyce, 2015
7 thoughts on “the butterfly psyche”
tough and tender simultaneously…and insightful…as always
Hey, Doug, how are you? Nice to see you and thank you for your comment. x
Love it! Thanks Adriene!
Thanks so much, SJ 🙂
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You posted this delightful poem within hours of creating it. You’re amazing, Adriene!
And you’re an amazingly creative and inspiring friend who helped me bring this to the fore. Thank you ❤
Thanks, Adriene. It works both ways – you too are an amazingly creative and inspiring friend!