Twiglet #267

Personal Reflection 1 Minute

Illusions

yesterday 
stepping toward
the glass back door, I saw myself
and a butterfly behind
like a live earring, 

it rather 
suited me 
but it flew away
leaving my short short hair
and  a face that’s less sure

than ever before
maybe age
is just an opening of the heart
and truth is the butterfly
fragile and momentary

Written for Twiglet #267 “falling off”

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

Published

24 thoughts on “Twiglet #267”

  1. This is the 1st thing I’ve read today (I haven’t even brewed the coffee yet!) and I’m already blown away to the point which (regardless of how much coffee I drink) I’ll never feel like whatever Twiglet I might produce will be anything more than a mere shadow to this poem’s greatness.
    What a phenomenally perfect image, that reflective butterfly earring.

    Oy. I gotta go sip some Black Sumatra & contemplate. Thanks for the trigger.

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  8. This is one of those poems that gives the reader pause for a few moments… This is beautiful in every way, and as stated by others here, the butterfly earring imagery is sublime. Such a delicate touch! 🙂

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