I saw a blue butterfly,
up where the grass is dust grey:
wings blue as the summer sky,
as day starts to fade away,
blue as a young lover’s sigh,
as love starts to drift away,
careless as a butterfly.
For Frank at dVerse – a septet. This particular one rhymes (!) and has seven syllables in each of its seven lines. This is the last of the week’s “7” prompts for the 7th Anniversary of dVerse. You know, where the poets are.
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Lovely Sarah. I like the different meanings of blue and how the poem comes full circle.
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Aw, shucks 😌
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🙂
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I agree with merrildsmith. The multiple similes, especially how you develop them, and how you come back to the butterfly, is a work of art.
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Thank you so much, Abigail, and welcome to my world!
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That butterfly’s carelessness at the end pairs well with all the references to blue above.
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Sweet little septet!
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This is a thing… and you have captured it so well, a person sees something, and the image overlies with their emotional state or need, it just doesn’t happen to poetical types. The butterfly flits along like the love, you can see it, it is beautiful, but it drifts, the blue sky day fades. I relate a little too much to this. Achingly beautiful. The rhyming structure facilitates the thematic circle nicely, literally caries it around the compass until it ends where it started.
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7s all around……..makes me cheerful for your blue! 🙂
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blue as a young lover’s sigh – a Poetic Gem
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I love the rhythmic ebb and flow of this poem – you’ve done that beautifully. I also like the double meaning of blue as the colour and the emotion.
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I admire the emotional shifts of the color blue, and of course, that lovely careless butterfly ~
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“as love starts to drift away,
careless as a butterfly.”…… love that
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Thank you.
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What a poem- such apt descriptions and so well rounded, beautiful ending!
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