BUTTERFLY~DRIFTING (re-formatted)

[nimbusGLOW]

BUTTERFLY~DRIFTING

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oh how I have admired
this one particular butterfly
fluttering aloft in my
fountain-flowers
as of late

one who · it would seem ·
possesses a pair of unique wings
which could not belong
on any butterfly
I had ever met

as yet unable am I
    to acquire its real name ···
    no introductions thus far ···
when I finally meet ‘Miss Flutterby’
I shall inquire about those wings

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out of curiosity · my Lady~Love
  have you ever been butterfly-drifting ?
have you ever felt to ‘donate’
your own angelic ‘wings’
  to some worthy recipient ?

or possibly
have you merely switched on
your own personal invisibility~cloak
thus by rendering
  your own wings invisible ?

or perhaps ·
if you will confer
with the nearest mirror ·
you may find you became
unknowingly fully invisible

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as you might ‘fly’
amid many bright
    garden~blooms ···
within your own
private dreamlike fantasia

you perchance may achieve
    an ultra~aerobatic ballet ···
although if being fully invisible
you would possibly go unnoticed
except within one's vivid imagination

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composed by · nimbusGLOW
jeffrey alexander roberts · © 12.2021

[artolmaeus]

when I can steal, just how someone feels
it is more than the words for which the metaphor rings
there is something more about the experience
where words cannot take the place
of making do with broken and melted crayons
as for what alights, in the mind at night
oh when the dreams do come, in God's technicolor
and my canvas is rich in both hue and pitch
from someone else's leverage