|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Saw a live blck and blue butterfly after my husband's death and believe it a sign from him he is alright and o.k. Beuautiful it was and I don't like dead butterflies, but your poem makes us think. Yes, there is a God and he answers prayer. To all who believe, keep praying and he will answer in his own time.|
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|You write about death, its finality, and, yet, with such incredible respect for life. Your heart is kind and beautiful!
God bless you. Kathy
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|BEAUTIFUL,ROMANTIC,SAD AND VERY TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Words from kind, beautiful heart!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|moving poetry that is poignantly written...
Of all creatures, I think it is saddest to see a dead butterfly... They have a ethereal quality that you perfectly captured here. They are untouchable in their beauty, since the touching of their beauty brings them death.
You captured the essence of loss in this...
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|Very moving ahd heart provoking write. We should take time to cry for the loss. Beautiful write. Love, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|I just swept one out of my porch yesterday, and come to think of it...I reacted very similiar...The butterfly carries with it so many, many beautiful thoughts...to see one dead is so disheartening!.
I am sure there is more to it then meets the eye!
Enjoyed this one, Georg~ Oh! and, Thanks for always checking me out and making sure all my colors are in check! LOL! :)
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...Georg...this is a most moving and beautiful write...perhaps another transfomation of life after death...and just maybe all the colors of a butterfly gone...to heaven.
this is just beyond excellent pen...
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Perhaps when that day comes we'll be given other wings. The kind that will not wither. Peace, and Blessigs Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Poignant observations as one life ends. How we hope to be treated is how we must treat all others, nicely written Georg with more left unsaid than said, beautiful....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill
|OMG this is killing me, George!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Very moving poem that touches at the core or heart of what makes us truly human...the ability to feel sadness not only for the major things in this world but also for the smallest creatures that we find by the wayside...
|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
I have come across dead butterflies before and have always treated them with care. I just can't stand the thought of seeing them, even in death, run over by bicycles or walked on, thanks to every day foot traffic. They were too beautiful in life and I know, if the roles were reversed, I wouldn't want anyone walking on or running over me, in death.
This is a beautiful poem on a sad topic, Georg. Thank you.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|SUch a beautiful heartfelt offering!!
I usually pick the butterfly up and put it in my Bible as a bookmark...after I had it laminated!!
|Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
|I would bury him gently and put small rocks around this spot for one year. Then if a new butterfly doesn't sprout next spring just mulch him in... A good write though and feelings felt. The Monarch Butterflies are the only ones that migrate from up north here to the south lands I do believe. Lady J|
|Reviewed by Rebecca Russell
|So sad. I wish I'd had this to read at my mother's funeral. Rebecca|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Sadness in these lines - effectively penned -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|My heart too, stood still for a second or two
When I found a beautiful Dead butterfly
that refused to leave the sanctuary of my enclosed garden
I have her still in a large Glass Cake encasement
In memory of her magnificence, as We momorzie our own
Peace be with you brother
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Georg, I am with Richard, most beautiful and deeply moving, it shows a wonderful tender soul, searching and feeling the eternal question,
you feel deeply, its wings now fly in different diminsions not for us to see, sadness, yet profound knowing! wonderful language used in your poetry shall remain, you will always be with us.
Peace and Love! Jasmin Horst
|Reviewed by David Hightower
|Georg - Profound poem. - I liked your use of the butterfly as a symbol for life as well as death. I especially liked:
under brown and withered flowers I found
the image of ethereal fingers of winds
that stopped moving with a dead butterfly.
One day we will be under withering flowers
our wings not moving, like that dead butterfly.
Excellent! - David
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very beautiful writing sweet man,stay safe and well..Hugsss..I do love butterflies so much,so free,so beautiful..|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Beautiful write, Georg; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|I have taken road kill off the road,(little fox) and laid it to rest in a field of flowers,, as cars drove over it with no respect,,, Your poem is moving.
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Salutations to Poet Georg Edvard Mateos.
This composition strikes all ontological thoughts; takes the reader on trip to inner analysis, and stimulates will for quality life.
"Of Dead Butterflies" is touching, instructing and sublime.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|my friend, this is one of the most moving and deeply loving pieces I have had the pleasure of reading in quite a while. You handled the subject of the eternal cycle of life beautifully, in a spiritual, but non religous manner. The composition of lovely and precise quatrains added a classical flavor that fits the piece perfectly. This is an extraordinary write my friend...one of your best.|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Georg this is so beautiful, yes all mortality should remind us of our own and be treated with respect.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|You probably know what I do, Brother. It always saddens me when I find any dead being along my path. And these days, I find far too many.|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Wow Georg you sure made my eyes open this morning with your write, thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Only in death can we live forever.|