Freitag, 13. August 2010

Dancing butterflies...

In the middle of the forest all insects had gathered
From their place upon the leaves they watched the show
Two beautiful butterflies with wings of green, blue and gold
In the circle of light making summersaults, high and low

How enchanting this dazzling dance of love and passion was
Spectators gazing with mouths ajar in silent amazement
As the rays of the sun reflected upon their golden wings
So in love were they, hearts filled with blissful contentment

Bees hummed and flies were buzzing; Gods choir joining in
Leaves rustled and the sweet scent of summer filled the air
The night moths in their dull cloth of brown envied them
As they fluttered and twirled in their colorful hues so fair

Then, in the blink of an eye a sudden violent storm came
Blew all insects from their place and panic entered the scene
Holding on to the branches and hiding wherever they could
They waited this storm out, the likes of which they had never seen

At last all went quiet and they gathered in the open space
Counting heads until they knew for certain one was missing
It was the little butterfly with his blue and golden wings
His lady broke down in tears unable to stop weeping

With her little head sunk to her chest she flew up high into the air,
where the scorching rays of the sun ended the life of this lady fair...


  1. As the Moonlight shines on Earth and the Fog cames down the Glen.

    The Light reflected in a Spiders Web in which the Butterfly was hang.

    Hes getting blowed very far on a Branch the Storm was broke from.

    And on this Branch the Butterfly strong and despair tried to hold on.

    Exhausted from the event which the violence Storm was bring,

    The Butterfly hang in the Web with his left and broken Wing.

    During the Time he tried to collect all the energy he could find,

    To drag his Body from the Web and use the Branch which was behind.

    He was dragged step bye step along the Branch for not to stay.

    Hes left Wing he must leave back, to get free and for continue his Way.

    Tired and worn he stagger and tried to find way Home to take.

    When the sun rose he fell asleep in front of a foggy lake.

    As he awoke he was thirsty and drank the Dew from the Reed.

    His forces were quickly come back to See his Wife was all he Need.

    As he trod the long and challenging road for many Night and Days.

    Soon he was reaching the Place where his Wife at once where stayes.

    But she wasent was to find at all the Places he was searchd.

    She was tryed to reach the Sky to find solace for her broken Heart.

  2. Danke Marco mal wieder für Deine Zeilen und die schön gebastelten Sätze :D

    Ich sende Dir mal The Letters of Samuel Beckett: Volume 1, 1929-1940 per Post. Damit kann man/Mann noch sehr GUT an seinem Ausdruck arbeiten.

    Schönen Sonntag und besten Gruß

  3. heute kam mich ein Schmetterling in meiner Wohnung besuchen :-)))

  4. Fein das Du Dich dann noch an den Beitrag erinnerst hast und ich hoffe er hatte den Weg auch wieder raus gefunden Marco ;)

  5. hab ihm dabei etwas geholfen, war lange da... und flog dann gegen die Scheiben, als ich ihm den Weg weisen wollte. Schließlich hatte er es dann doch geschaft aus dem Spalt vom Dachfenster nach draußen zu fliegen er blieb gesund und unversehrt.