Daily Post Prompt: Her Thoughts Were Butterflies

Transformation is a process; an aching to be . . . more.  You never know where it will lead you, but we must continue to strive and never forget to dream.



Her thoughts were butterflies
Afloat on the breeze
And one sneeze
Could make it all
Come crashing down
It’s amazing
The fragility of it all
The impermanence
And yet,
Mid-sneeze
She begins to gather
Her wandering
Thoughts and dreams
And builds anew
For beauty dwells
Not in permanence
Not in hardened stone.
No solid statue stands
That knows her well
For they are frozen
And unbending
Captured in a moment
And then gone.
No, beauty –
Beauty is
An effervescent stream
Gently flowing
And sometimes
Billowing at the seams
But it flows –
It changes –
It grows –
And it knows no deeper depth
And it knows no extended reach
For it keeps wandering
And stretching its seams.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: transformation

 

Beautiful image courtesy of Morguefile

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