The Butterflies Emerge

Cocoon-cracked,

Bookworm becomes

Butterfly.

Yet hovers here

Among the pages

A little longer;

Always

To return for rest

And vital nourishment.

_____© Nellieanna H. Hay

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In the movie, "Butterflies Are Free", this young man is born blind and this young woman is a bit of a flippedy-gibbet. The young man's mother over-protects her son and wants the girl out of his life. But it is the flippedy-gibbet who believes in him, encourages him to pursue his musical talent and to live independently.

She tells him her favorite quote, Mark Twain's:

"I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies." . . .

The young man sings this song he wrote for her.

Color me pink

And let me go

To soar,

To fly,

To float

To flow

On winged feet

I run,

I thrust,

I jet

And pirouette

On peaks of ecstasy.

In letting go, life rushes in

Arousing,

Stirring,

Moving,

Leaping

Out of dreary bonds

Into benign,

Being whole,

Being one

Being.

With you.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Cluster close to center,

Hover near your source

Of life

For strength and beauty.

Remain yourself,

Growing - glowing

From within.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Alpha explodes

Beginning All

Becomes awhile

Once more

To be again

Whole

Complete

Omega.

Perhaps

The end -

But now,

Too soon -

Cannot be.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Constrain me not

In blackened tower

Of memories far gone,

Singed upon

A fire-mount,

Too withered to be known.

Nor in a cocoon's dark,

Unborn, to wait to be.

I doubted ever to sing again

Nor live where I once was, to be.

I longed to visit songbird's nest,

To nestle in its down.

High up in any tree.

That bottle green

I once had seen

No longer strained for me.

Its blackened crown

Had melted down.

The rainbow's risen dawn

Whose filter was the best,

Now gone.

But now I hear the songbird's song

I glory in its morning trills

I find the bottle washed ashore

Its messages now fulfilled.

My wings are free!

I fly at last!

Serenity adorns me now

From now till evermore

While fluttering ever near the crest,

I am! I am to be!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Over the years, I have written a lot of poetry
on various,myriads of thoughts, observations - and experiences.

It has been like suddenly coming across
a breathtakingly beautiful pattern formed by the ice
in a puddle on the lane on the way to the mailbox,
or beholding a full moon that seems so near
one could almost reach out and touch it.

When hearing messages whispering among wind-blown trees
over the way on the side of the hill,
they almost touch upon what life is "all about".

Always, words flowed expressing my impressions
so naturally, there seemed no other way to do it,
not considering or needing a purpose beyond that.

I shared some of these "tracks" upon my soul
with a few close friends over the years.
It's "close to the bone", you see,
and there's nothing glib about baring
of one's deepest feelings and soul.

Even so, although the theme of LOVE
is paramount in many of my poems,
they've been least shared.

So, right now - right here -
and in the spirit of that theme,
I must choose simplicity,
because these are simple poems
about the greatest of human experiences.

In that spirit, I bring a few of my poems to you now,
so I can wish you and yours -
an abundance of
~Love~

This Video is a bit grainy, but it's so lovely - Meryl Streep and several well-known singer-friends bring a message that just seems to fit - and to expresses some of my 'butterfly mentality'. . . .Why not?