by Jack R Roberts
Thursday, November 14, 2002
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One day as I sat outside, on a day so nice and warm.
A butterfly flew up to me and landed on my arm.
As my eyes fell on this creature, so beautiful and free.
I couldnít help but wonder why it chose to land on me.
I watched it in amazement as it sat there very calm,
Then I put my hand out to it and it stepped into my palm.
I held it closer to my face to adore the pretty thing,
Then it showed me all itís splendor as it opened up its wings.
I thought it wouldnít be here if it didnít want to be,
And I felt that since it landed here, it came here just for me.
The next thing that I did as I look back now seems bazaar,
I took this thing of beauty and I put it in jar.
In the jar I kept this wondrous beauty just for me,
And I was sure it liked it here, this was plain to see.
But all at once it dawned on me as I looked at this delight,
That a butterfly, is not a butterfly without its flight.
Although I tried denying, I can now see and I know,
Even though I want it here with me, I have to let it go.
I want to keep it for myself, but I know that this canít be,
For it canít be what it really is, if it canít be free.
So I took it to the garden and I opened up the jar,
And I said youíre free to fly away, to be just what you are.
It spread its pretty wings and then up to the sky it flew,
And its beauty was beyond compare against the sky of blue.
As I watched it fly away in its ever graceful flight,
Even though it hurt inside me, I knew that this was right.
Butterflies belongs to no one, there is no need to pretend,
Perhaps someday this butterfly will land on me again.
Jack Roberts Ė August 2002
repost of an earlier poem
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|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|This is absolutely wonderful! Great poetic tribute to the butterfly (one of my favorites of God's creatures). ;) Silver|
|Reviewed by Sandra Corona
|I'm reminded of the saying: "If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was."
|Reviewed by TOMSDATTAR
|Reviewed by Janice (Jan) Jarnagin (Reader)
This is beautiful. Butterflies are so beautiful. I love watching them. They are, as Angels Near said, "nature's own work of art." Much enjoyed this my friend.
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|I agree with everyone...a beautiful poem, such a warmth flows so readily in your words. Always write Jack..the world needs poets like you. Ty, Dani|
|Reviewed by Victor Jensen
|Beautiful poem and so well written. - Vic|
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|I love this--glad you reposted it!|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|This one is just masterful, and lovely.|
|Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
|Moving, defining poem. Excellent. 10+++|
|Reviewed by Sally Montoye
|This is so wonderful. Tears you have brought to my eyes you beautiful man!!!! A masterpiece!|
|Reviewed by Marilyn Seray
|Very beautiful Jack. Reminds me of children|
|Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
|I understand your wanting to keep it, but I'm relieved you let it go. Great write!|
|Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan
|Hey Jack...Adorable poem... I agree with Erin..This should be published. I'd like your permission to print it and use with my class at school... They'll enjoy it and hopefully even appreciate it...
|Reviewed by Angels Near
|Very delightful write!!! Butterflies are nature's own work of art!|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|A beautiful gem of a poem, I agree with Erin!|
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Absolutely GORGEOUS, Jack!! This seems extremely publishable, perhaps to a children's book of poetry? I love it! :)|