Love After Sixty
A butterfly appears
My head tilts to watch it
My body holds the flowers
that flutter as it passes
A smile crosses the room
_______Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads /First kiss HERE.
A butterfly appears
My head tilts to watch it
My body holds the flowers
that flutter as it passes
A smile crosses the room
_______Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads /First kiss HERE.
February 21st, 2017 colleen Posted in Poetics
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February 21st, 2017 11:13 am
Butterflies are little floating smiles!!
February 21st, 2017 2:58 pm
Aw. This is beautiful.
February 21st, 2017 3:53 pm
Soo beautiful!
February 21st, 2017 4:49 pm
Love especially how you tied that love to the title…
February 21st, 2017 10:02 pm
Lovely, reading this made me smile.
February 21st, 2017 10:37 pm
that flutter as it passes
A smile crosses the room
Things seemed more friendly and accommodating for
those in the golden years!
Hank
February 21st, 2017 11:47 pm
Sweet, beautifully understated, and profound.
February 22nd, 2017 3:26 am
Yes, after sixty we have time to watch and smile – and write poems about it!
February 22nd, 2017 6:41 am
Aw, cute!
February 22nd, 2017 1:46 pm
Butterflies and flowers always hold smiles. And congratulations on your poetry collection finding a home. Great title too!
February 22nd, 2017 9:23 pm
Colleen, congrats on stewing over how much does a soul weigh, and publishing it. Does is weigh as much as Your butterfly?