you gazed
at me from the corner of the eye
as I
drifted miles away, dazzling thoughts and a tempestuous heart
every now
and again, I get lost in this man-mad madness
as we sail
this mortal coil
from out of
that darkness, headlights appear
many have
wandered down this path
always stopping
at red lights
every
passenger has his burden to carry
words said
can't be forgotten
thoughts
have a way of becoming an opinion, a critique
and they
seem to glue themselves to our very existence
there are
things we kept secret
after all
the butterflies flew out from our mouths
but you
seem to know the song I'm singing
and I give
you my body to share its fragility and strength
*
Written for a poetry prompt by the real toads.
Sometimes it is the secret worlds we build that make all the difference to life! I love the image of the butterflies flying from mouths - it sits so well just before your conclusion.
ReplyDeleteLove the visual of all the butterflies flying from our mouths. Great write.
ReplyDeletesome hard truths faced on life's journey and it's reassuring when someone to share secrets with knows the song i sing...'after all the butterflies flew out from our mouths'..love the line..
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Oh, this is painful and really beautiful. I adore the final line. :)
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That's gorgeous.
Such a great use of the prompt. Simple and extraordinaire. The blog theme is beautiful too. Compliments the post. :)
ReplyDeleteThe butterflies flying out of the mouth.. there is such a fragility in those words... I agree there are secrets we keep...
ReplyDeletei agree with everyone about the butterflies is the most creative and vivid use of the prompt I've seen.
ReplyDeleteEven with so many years of marriage I find there are secrets I will never share with my husband...or anyone. I too love the butterflies flying from our mouths
ReplyDelete.. so many wonderful lines in your poem ~~ my favorite ~~ 'thoughts have a way of becoming an opinion, a critique and they seem to glue themselves to our very existence'
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