Sight of the Butterfly

Written for:  Sunday Muse #79

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Silver spaceman I, robot,
cloaked in this suit
to disguise my reality.
Most could not handle
the real me, except
for a fascinated butterfly
insect who attaches
to my helmet and studies
the complex iron bars
behind human normality’s

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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17 Responses to Sight of the Butterfly

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    This is a beautiful and wise capturing of the photo Sara! That last line is a powerful one! I love this!


  2. Lori says:

    Now I’m wondering if it’s a person or a robot under that helmet contemplating life.


  3. wyndolynne says:

    Interesting…it does leave me with the question of what the butterfly sees and who the speaker is.


  4. Vivian Zems says:

    A brave butterfly- who knows no fear!


  5. Truedessa says:

    I think the butterfly flutters in wonderment, trying to see what is behind the mask.


  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    Right on! We humans do tend to have normality masks, don’t we?


  7. Susie Clevenger says:

    Oh, I love this, especially your ending.


  8. Rob Kistner says:

    Peering into the human psyche.
    oh to fly
    oh to be
    as a flutterbee
    I like thus Sara.


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