Book of Poems
Posted by IcedNyior on April 30, 2008 | No Comments
I was digging thru my blog and found this poem i wrote in 2004. Its titled ‘Crimson Butterfly’ and a metaphor of the innocent children and woman who are victims of crimes.
A white pair of wings flits by softly
Passing valleys, streams and rivers wide
Resting on flower beds, bushes and trees lazily
In and out of beautiful petals it hidesA picture of serenity we behold
Of a white butterfly passing by
But something is about to happen
To wreck havoc in this peaceful worldA sound is heard in the distance
The only sound which breaks the silence
A fast-moving object whizzes through the air
As a small sharp bolt moves intently on its targetThen suddenly, the butterfly stops in midair
And falls to the ground slowly
It lies on the ground with wings outstretched
And a silent cry echoes through the woods.Unexpectedly blood gushes out of its frail being
Leaving its white wings stained
Bloody crimson on pure white, a sharp contrast
A lifeless creature soon to be forgotten.Soon after, a thunder resounds
And soft raindrops fall on the earth
Cleansing the earth, leaving it pure again
And hoping for a better futureCopyright ©2004
When I was younger, I wished to self publish a book of all my poems but as I grew older, I stopped writing because I had no inspiration or time. Perhaps I should continue writing and one day achieve my dream of writing my own book.
