Poetry Series at Paper Poetry
Of Flies and Butterflies
Yeoubi- Sun Shining Through Rain
Now is no time to think of what you do not have, think of what you can do with what there is — Ernest_Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea.
Do you mourn a fly’s death?!
She knew she will lose her one day,
May have lost her already —
The door closed behind her.
She steadied her heart,
Her thorax flooded with
Internal rain,
Her soul swimming to
reach the shore.
Autumn entered the room,
Lit like a sun-less day,
Memories hovering like fire flies
The mirror bearing her
shadow….
Who crosses the river twice
Where the sun goes to set?
Signed are dotted lines made
of promises and pansies
Never delivered….
She flung open the door
And rushed outside,
Her face hot n’ flushed
Unattended by the cool
breeze outside,
And commenced her walk……
Somedays are to count
the transience,
Like granules of sand
passing through your
tightened fist,
Like moments forgotten by
moving arms of the ticking clock,
Embracing the impermanence,
Like holding water in your palm —
You stop walking to the
breeze that walks to you,
To hold the moments which
slip unaware,
Resign to the engulfing
un-certainties — future bourn
Somedays are to let go
But not life —
The day was calling it a day when
She regained her consciousness,
Taking time to map her current location…..
She took the rugged path back home,
Her face-storm subsiding,
Tired eyes ceased drenching her
a day-old wrinkles,
The sun within, luminous through her
Mildly stretched lips —
She was born.
Again.Inside her.
Near her door way, It started to drizzle,
Rain washing her face,
The setting sun in the horizon shining through —
Lost in her thoughts,
She brushed past her letterbox,
flooded with rainbows she had no time
to notice —
Of flies.
Butterflies.
And Yeoubi.
Author’s Note: And little by little, she found the courage for it all — jh-hard
It is upon us to identify the sun that lodges inside to shine and spread its shimmer around, even on days when it rains.
It is upon us to feel empowered for what we are and not what we could have been/others want us to be, un-leashing our inner potential to turn our oft neglected fly status dying in oblivion to much sought after butterfly spreading beauty and hapiness.Sun shining through rain creates rainbow!
The next poem of the series will be titled : Moonshine Smiles at my Bones
Thank you Indubala Kachhawa for onboarding me for this Poetry Series in Paper poetry.It’s an honour to write beside names whom I read and admire.
Thank you Suntonu Bhadra Carolyn Hastings for this beautifully curated space where creativity breathes.
My gratitude to all poets who ran before me to complete their Poetry Series and every one who cares to take note.
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