Blue Butterfly

Maggie, you do paint a picture with words. This is so serene. Blue is also my color, and you describe it perfectly. Just a couple of little things to fix: "bee's" doesn't require the apostrophe "Its nature's" - are you saying "It is nature's"? If so, use your contraction, "It's"

and I forgot to sign my name! ~ Ronda

Your visceral paintbrush perfectly picks up the joyousness of Spring. This poem literally sings of new life! Cat

as it melts my outsides in- this is throwing me a bit my tongue is tripping over those couple of words am I to understand that you mean the sun is melting from OUTWARD IN ? The entire poem is excellent just that one tiny bit I have trouble with very descriptive in your wording conjures some well formed images Chrys

This poem was beautiful, in all it blue heavenly delight. the delicateness of it, so soft and smooth. thanks for sharing. Eddie

blue looks good on you Maggie, this is a lovely poem.... Richard

How we love you, and we love to read poetry about you your highness princess of the green grassy swards among the wild flowers fluttering as you say Maggie in the lightest summer breeze. I await the warmth of the sun as it melts my outsides in ( melts my outsides in?) and soak (s) up the sun ________ My colours change clear and bright in the daylight Oh to my delight (difficult to understand) Oh! To my d.......? Such delight ____________ just like the birds and the bee’s ( I might say bumble bees to avoid cliché) _____________________ resting on a leaf (rest on a leaf) to take a breath (and take a breath) ___________________ my gentle heart Its nature’s heartbeat that i am apart (A part of or ?) or' apart'..........?. ____________________ so serene oh to my delight ( I think you have coined a new phrase here) ___________________ There are my thoughts on the poem as I experienced it Maggie, I put them here! Yours as ever Ann

yes I do enjoy folk music when Not listening to Joy Division or Rammstein or Siouxsie we had Monarchs orange and black that lived on milkweeds along a sunny hill near home and I love Moonmoths or Lunarmoths a mellow bright green that only flies at night by the light of the moon I have only seen one of these and it was tattered up by birds beak bites battle damaged but still flying saw it sleeping in the day Your mountian walks sound so dreamy and beautiful and wonderful I have rarely ventured off in the woodlands around here beachthough but we had so much rain last year blue butterflies this is a soothing poem and empowering I love it!!

Did I put it somewhere here the story of when I went camping in France and we stopped in a field of long green grass, and there in the morning dew a tiny blue butterfly was drying its wings, caught by the sun, how they shone so blue. Then suddenly we looked round and there was a woman coming towards us in her bedroom slippers and flowered dressing gown, stepping in big strides over the grasses and she declared in a loud voice "Je suis poêt, je suis poêt" and we didn't doubt her. She turned out to be a French surreal poet. I never forgot the combination of the blue butterfly and the poetess in the dawn sunshine Ann of Norway