Tag: Butterflies

The Wonder of it All, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Wonder of it All

The Wonder of it All

The dragon flies with their gossamer wings
Sit motionless on their battle stations
Of Cat O Nine tails ready to assault

Bumble bees of many ready to join
Upon the lofty yellow snapdragons
As they only have strength the lids to lift

Hand in hand we so eagerly follow
The large bold fluttering orange monarch
Butterflies to our secret hideaway

Still a good distant away we could hear
The king lion’s roar at our objective
For it’s behind him will be great safety

Nearing we see his roar sending shock waves
Down the docile waters of the river
Making lotus blooms jostle each other

Our heated hearts pounding as we are here
We expose fully to the summer sun
And slide quickly behind the waterfall

Love’s Summer Day, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Love's Summer DayThe Lovers, Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1875)

Love’s Summer Day

The soft summer breeze wrestles with the leaves
Putting at ease our thoughts with its perfume
Discomfort of our stresses it relieves
Its natural elation we consume

Eager business of the dapple sunlight
Moves about like fluttering butterflies
Pausing for a moment then taking flight
Any attempt of capture it defies

Listen to the summer songs of the birds
Their melody provides such great pleasure
We smile searching for the suitable words
Their golden voices are living treasure

Time passes as the trees shadows grow long
Is now the nightingale who sings its song

 

Chasing a Butterfly, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Charles Sims, Butterflies (1904)

Chasing a Butterfly, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Why thou so ev’r eager to capture me?
Only to put pin through my quiet heart?
Shall I be but a mere trophy for thee?
Tis bett’r to be still for romance to start.

Sit ever still and I will come to thee,
To light on thy bosom thou heart to feel.
Such precious time a place for me to be,
My wish only more of it we could steal.

The beat of thy heart makes my wings flutter.
Wonder if on thy lips sweet nectar lay?
Me on thy lips no sound will thee utter,
Here for a moment I will want to stay.

If many hearts thou continue to slay,
Thy promising love will soon stay away.