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Flew Butterflys The Story

Updated on September 28, 2010

A Poem With In A Story

I was in the perfect place at the perfect time. Lying on my back, with the breeze blowing on my face. This is probably my most favorite spot on earth. Smiling accidentally and continuing obsessively. I grew up on this river. I learned to swim here, fish here, and love here.

Yes, it definitely is my most favorite place.

I love to listen to the water flow, closing my eyes and just imagining. Floating intentionally while gazing uncontrollably all the while inexplicably speaking romantically. The beauty of it all isintoxicating. I watch the clouds rolling by, and my imagination spots pictures of you and me and a bed of roses. Resurrecting emotion while love is quickly being set into beautiful motion. I can see your face and the look in your eyes and I have to smile.

The string tied to my toe just took a violent jerk, "OUCH!" Well that snapped me out of my daydream. I jumped up off the bank and starting pulling the string I had tied to my toe. Today just might be the day.There is a fish in this lake that I have been trying to catch since I was ten years old. He is way to smart for a pole,so I have to be smarter than him. I tied a fifteen foot piece of twine to my toe with a live crawdad on the other end. I just throw the string as far as I can, kick back and wait.

I started pulling on the heavy twine when it took another violent jerk and knocked me on my rear. Doted I ’s and crossed T’s, thoughts of what it’ll be leading to. Shaking knees, second chances, and quick glance’s, and summer time with simple sighs, and my twine broke. Once again I baited my line, only this time I used triple cord, twenty foot long, and settled back down to finish my daydream.

Broken pieced heart’s to move on to be mended into everlasting and loving art, Genuine word’s seal the healed wound’s, to never give granite another chance. I close my eyes and see your face, I hear your laughter in the trees, and the sun on my face reminds my of amplified memory’s in line and in-twined with furiously burning desires delightfully. A thirst worthy of those god’s poured out into reality for me In my awakened dream.

"OH SNAP", gripped ever so tightly yet softly impossible for anyone or thing to separate thee. Oh I've got you now,smiling intentionally, tugging furiously, I could see his head just below the surface of the water. I knew he was big, but I didn't know he was a small whale so to speak. The closer I got him to the bank, the less he seemed to struggle. It was like he had just given up. It was like he knew life was precious and he was going to enjoy his last minutes.

The feeling In riche’s thy mind rapidly. I couldn't do it.

I cut the string, put on my shoes, and got in the truck. I drove home that day empty handed but full in the heart. I walkd in the front door and there was my daydream waiting for me.

I gave her a hug and said "Honey, grab your coat, we're going out to dinner."

By the Awful Poet's Mother.

Inspired By Flew Butterflys The Poem

By The Awful Poet Featured Below


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      Cathy Nerujen 7 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      I am glad I found the link here, this is a great hub. Such wonderful writing. I am very impressed. This is very involving, I felt part of it all. A bit surreal too, but that's the appeal.

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      Joy56 7 years ago

      can i come out to eat too.

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      Always Exploring 7 years ago

      I hung on every word. Great story.


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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Let's go out to eat! Great job! Buttons up!

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      Joy56 7 years ago

      aw that was so cool, i loved every word, great little story.