It lies not in the belief
that you’re a butterfly
Therein lies the dusted
iridescence of insanity
Nor in the misguided
extolments of strangers
Therein lies the birth
of a disfigured maggot
Potential lies only in
one’s ability to exceed it
Most will never soar
amidst the kaleidoscope
art: butterfly by Peterio
Wonderful!
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Hauntingly rich and beautiful.
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Thanks so much
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Fantastic! That is the truth.
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Thanks (:
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You are welcome. ☺️
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Hello there! I read this the first time and immediately thought, “wow!” I had to read it a second time. Your word choices are so clever and I love how you constructed this poem. Thank you for the great share!! 🙂 ~Kelsey
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I appreciate that, thank you
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wow what a powerful insight, thanks!
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Thank you (:
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agreed!
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I love the title -refract reality. Your poem is so very true.
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You language and imagery are always so incredibly lush! The last line is perfection!
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Thank you, Susan
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