eclipse Posted November 9, 2015 Share Posted November 9, 2015 An elusive glass winged butterflyaccepted a fingerprint, my lastact before death arrived in theconfluence of night and day, healso collected my mark on histransparent wings as my senseshad a seance reaching theincandescence of four seasonsmerged. There I was asleep inthe butterfly's annexe my spirit flewin synchronicity with the butterfly.I experienced the gleam but could notenter heaven's lucid city's until I founda fingerprint. I was woken by moonlightin the butterfly's wing and at once we pressed on the the fingerprint-thebutterfly passed away, I entered paradise. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poetjohncompton Posted November 9, 2015 Share Posted November 9, 2015 This is sad and beautiful. Thought provoking. Quote https://www.facebook.com/poetjohncompton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted November 10, 2015 Share Posted November 10, 2015 Ethearial, the transparency is tangent. Wow Barry! Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted November 10, 2015 Share Posted November 10, 2015 I like the transparency. I love the rhythm of your poem eclipse. victor michael..... Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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