Between their silence and words roars a heartbeat.
An instant.
Thin is the skin of reality. Surreal.
It’s their alone instant. Hope flickers dangerously.
Love leaps fearlessly. Tomorrow dies brightly.
Fire is the instant.
It singes the skin of reality. Blinds them with its revelation.
Snowflake is the instant.
Its perfection will cleave to their retina. Forever.
Tomorrow it will dig a hole in their heart.
It will live there. And grow… into a snowstorm.
It will keep them warm. Cloistered in whiteness.
It will carry them along. Slipping and sliding.
It will add their paths. Divide their days.
And like a butterfly, it will give little unforeseen
Bursts of joy.
Butterfly is the instant.
In an instant, melted is the instant. Surreal.
Flown away.
Sketch by Rashmi Jauhari.
The ending is so transcendent
the transitions…beautiful, beautiful
Thanks! Glad you like it
It’s nice when the ending ends as well….
Lovely transformations, MJ, it has just begun to snow here!
smiles
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Enjoy the real snowflakes, then… soon, they will be melted.
Thanks for the smiles…
You never cease to amaze me with your lovely words. Truly beautiful MJ…just truly beautiful!
Hugs,
mei
Thank you very much Mei. So happy you like it! Love…
Another incredible poem- Love it! Have a wonderful day over there, MJ!
Thank you Josh! In fact, I had not been too well and had been only thinking about things. It was good to be able to post a poem. You are not in the path of Nemo, are you….? Even if yes,enjoy the snow… Have a good weekend!
No, not in the path of the storm- Although I wouldn’t mind the snow! Hope you get to feeling better!
So poetic are your words I had to read a few more times before commenting.
you are kind….
Very fond of this one….Butterfly is the instant, more real than I dare to imagine… Imagine a butterfly on the tip of the nose and breathe!
glad youre feeling better
Sorry, I missed this comment again…. Thanks for your close reading and warm appreciation. Butterflies are fascinating creatures for their ephemeral beauty. And the instant is every bit as ephemeral as the butterfly.
Thanks again for your praise.
Wonderful, MJ! Just beautiful.
abstract and lovely play of words Meena.
Thanks Rosie. Glad you enjoyed it.
So beautiful…..it cleaves to the heart!
Can see Rashmi is equally talented
Thank you!
hope you are well.
I am thank you
Just back from a hectic weekend in B’lore.
And fate would have it that I would be drawn to this poem today…butterfly is the instant. Beautiful, mj.
As I just told someone this morning, life is a miracle we forget to see every day.
… so glad the surreal butterfly found a home, a warm and happy one.
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