Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
Grief
by
Walthamstow, UK
it's not until memory drifts along,
carried by the gentle breeze
of a fading hurricane that once
wings flapping turbulence
triggered across the planet,
that you realize how significant
and beautiful the butterfly.
barely noticed until passed
and you ride sorrow's thundering
express to a distant recuperation
station focused only on your
grief steaming from the train,
vivid colours patterned
wings fleeting in flutter
so brief yet exquisite,
only then you fully appreciate
the impact upon the entire
earth and upon your own
existence, as you haunted
by the gentle richness of
summer's momentary
laughter with wings fleeting
in flutter toward red sunset
and yet no more
and yet no more.
Added: 12.01.2010




06.05.2010
has got an emotional honesty.