Butterfly
(to Jenni)
A surprise butterfly
is pervading the privacy
of nursing home.
It hovers over the monitors;
follows the green dot;
as if trying to decipher its chronicle.
The butterfly grows
into the dress worn
by his daughter.
She seems to move her lips
sure murmuring,
“Everything is gonna be okay.”
Nowadays
these sweet things
are a blur.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Pen
Yesterday I bought a Mont Blanc Meisterstück 149,
a fountain pen;
with it I wrote my name
on the recycled sheet of paper,
many a times,
till I could feel I had not written
anything special
and I was not sure
if the letters were
forming me at all.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 52
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
10 4 u
Thank you for posting this to The Surreal Circus.
if the butterfly wasn't a butterfly at all
look closer
ask her her name
if she answers
she's more likely to be a faery
somethimes though with them
you have to close your eyes to see them
(but open you heart and mind)
God Bless You, Sir!
I love the first poem. It has such hope. The second one has happened to me.
B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l
I like the butterfly one. My husband associates butterflies with his deceased grandmother, whom he loved dearly. We named our baby after her, and sure enough a yellow butterfly visited outside the restaurant window at both of the two baby showers that were held for her!