BUTTERFLIES OF TIME
A few seconds on this side is day
A few moments later, on the other side
waits night
Different in colour, varied in character
Separated by a needle
running through time.
Day breaks into sun
and interminable jobs
Night thrives in the lap of a shadow
Ever waiting on the brink of time
Within a step fall of age and clime.
White though the day
hides black deeds
Which glow with guilt
while man sleeps
Black, the colour of night but only
a mask for hiding forbidden grief.
It is wonderful how poets manage to create beauty through words
I love butterflies …the scent of butterflies and hope here is lovely!
I love the vivid imagery and the rhyming lines.
“White though the day can hide black deeds
Which glow with guilt, while man sleeps”
Thank you @ scentof my heart,for leaving a whiff of scent on my blog. please feel free to drop in any time. You are most welcome here.
Thanks for dropping in Star Ka’at and for your encouragement.
Thank you Hannah for your kind words. It is so encouraging
Oh I read this one for the first time. I was always confused as to why it is called ‘Butterflies of Time’. Well, as I said earlier, I tried writing a 25 lines poem but it stretched to 66 lines. But anyway, I’m dropping a link to my 66 line epic here.
http://mihirvatsa.wordpress.com/2011/05/31/the-sister-of-indus-valley/
Thanks Mihir-time seems to have gentle ,butterfly wings that usher in gradual changes -in such a persuasive way that we have to let go of the past even when we would to cling to it.Somehow the name came about and now it is stuck to my blog. Thanks for sharing your epic, its a lovely composition.
Beautifully portrayed! so colourfully you depict the time here in your imagery!
Thank you Soumya! Welcome to Butterflies of Time! Lovely to meet a poet from Sharjah.
Same here!
As beautiful as a Butterfly ! Words unfold a world of Ecstasy !
Thank you