Cloistered Beauty

Posted on July 8, 2019 by

Written for:  Sunday Muse, Wordle #63

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the butterfly jar by lostinthisphotograph

I shan’t last
much longer. My
wings are stuck
together, and there
is scarcely any
air. I thought
about rolling
the jar into the
window, and breaking
it to escape, to fly
free. It is a lack
of strength that stops
me. If she considers
me so beautiful, she
should free me. Soon,
I will not look pretty.
I shan’t last
much longer.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to Cloistered Beauty

  1. wyndolynne says:
    July 8, 2019 at 1:39 pm

    Yikes…this gave me a shiver.

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  2. Carrie V. H. says:
    July 8, 2019 at 8:16 pm

    So true…..some things must be set free indeed. I love this Sara1

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  3. Carrie V. H. says:
    July 8, 2019 at 8:17 pm

    LOL the 1 is truly an !

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  4. kanzensakura says:
    July 9, 2019 at 2:24 pm

    Exactly how a butterfly must feel. I dislike such images, like a butterfly killed with a pin.

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  5. Susie Clevenger says:
    July 9, 2019 at 6:34 pm

    Being trapped is an awful feeling..You’ve captured it’s agony well.

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  6. Regina Phillips says:
    July 10, 2019 at 7:10 pm

    I love the line ” If she considers me so beautiful, she should free me.” Some things are meant to roam free. Beautiful poem.

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