Connie Jeanine

The sky casts it’s shadow

on my sweet butterfly,

a shadow of light-

for the tree blocks the sky;

her gaze pierces through

the eyes in my head,

and Connie Jeanine

reacts to something, once said.

Maybe a thought

she never thought through,

or a realization

that started to brew;

could be she remembers

a face from a night,

or maybe it’s nothing

removing life from her sight;

no matter-this moment

that’s caught in this frame,

shows a butterfly’s beauty

and hers, are the same.

— docmaverick, Oct 08, 2007

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

Critiques

poet_inside

18 years 8 months ago

Lovely

A lovely title for a lovely poem. I thought the language use was nice, but in the last stanza I believe showa should be shows. The words flowed nicely across the page at a perfect pace. It appealed to me in the sense that you know and appreciate beauty inside and out. I liked the way you stared off and loved the way you ended, the poem was not all over the place it was a very good read! Thanks so much for sharing ! Keep writing! Have a good one! Brittany Rae

IKnowNoBox

18 years 8 months ago

A muse this Butterfly?

How a muse that has no idea how they inspire with only being themselves visably. In ink, Dabbler

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