A Butterfly Remembered We fly, we dance, we live. We are fleeting, our beauty remembered. There is double power in reflection. If you see us hovering over water Make a wish, it will come true. Foolish thought, you’re thinking. How do you suppose I became this way? My wish was to fly. Here I am in blue splendour. Before my time is up, I will wish again To be as I was, with a life of a butterfly remembered… ©AnitaDawes2022
Magic moment, captured On my mobile To last forever Unlike the fleeting Life of a butterfly Time will repeat the process We shall see its beauty again… ©AnitaDawes2022
Most of us dream about flying Yet painting one’s ears won’t cut it It’s a weight ratio problem A bit like the bumble bee who shouldn’t be able to defy gravity? No so lucky the elephant Like those of us without wings We can only dream of defying gravity… ©AnitaDawes2022
Simply 6 Minutes Challenge Note
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January 7 Flash Fiction Challenge
Tiny stone pillars in a zen garden
A dedication to the God of magic
A seat in Heaven, solid, dependable
The fleeting beauty of a butterfly transcends the soul
As I sit, my mind is carried across rivers, seas, mountains
Until I reach Shangri-La
Here I stay a while conversing with a Tibetan Lama
His wisdom carries me home
Where the seeds he planted flourish
I can now take life by the horns
In a soft, more gentle manner
My heart as free as the butterfly
My legs as steady as the planted stones
In my own zen garden…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 