... it's very hard to absolutely tell
so much beauty lies therein,
when,
... a drifting butterfly
alights upon one's
opened hand
again,
... if not for all the
beautiful colors,
arising in the mind within
... life really cannot get weighed
although we always do at first
when,
... a soul entering through an
opened womb
alights upon a tiny life unborn
however even
then,
... it's very hard to absolutely tell
so much beauty lies therein
... sometimes sweet love itself
is all a loss
and then we pine, cry and groan
wishing a time again,
when,
... love adrift in the air returns to
alight upon a shattered heart
opened to hardly believing
again,
... if not for all the
beautiful colors,
arising in the mind within
... for the loss of a living loved which eventually
comes to almost all and one
we are oh so glad
then,
... for any drifting love of friend or kin
to alight upon one's own
opened yet broke
heart and soul to live, still
again,
... it's very hard to absolutely tell
so much beauty lies therein
... of course before the end of life
upon these rough stumbly shores
If arrival not much too late
all have hope for
when,
... salvation alights upon an
opened poor soul
with at first only a wee bit of true
belief of him, until eternity's
then,
... if not for all the
beautiful colors,
arising in the mind within
... eventually breath like all love except
God's love leaves everyone
In the known earthly end
when,
... a searching death
alights upon as cause of one's
opened grave
even then,
... it's very hard to absolutely tell
how much beauty lies therein
... Remember too,
a butterfly, a life, a love, a soul
if caught
and grasped too
tight around, this
then,
... shatters fragile wings,
taking away all and any hope of
soaring flight, of a
a life, a love or a soul,
as a rising butterfly
opened to the winds,
when,
... it's very hard to absolutely tell
so much beauty lies therein
... without all the
beautiful colors,
arising in the mind within
© 2017 Jim Davis
My first attempt at a villanelle poem, thus 22 lines instead of only 19!
