Peaceful anguish flutters. {poetry}
By Rosey Stone.
On the edge of the concrete,
Struggling in limbo for
a last flight.
Peaceful anguish flutters
in big black eyes.
Windy wing master wins,
frail crimson powder falls
and dissolves into none.
Shelter in a dry leaf,
as the endless changing sky
filters sunlight between fibers,
casting fear-frozen warmth
into each and every string.
Field flowing serene green,
tiny purple offering a strand
of sand to the place between
each heartbeat.
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Rosey Stone is a painter, sketcher, dreamer , writer, but mainly a wanderer. In her own words: “This poem was written after a morning walk, where I found a dying butterfly on the side of the road. I carried her on a leaf to a field, and watched each instant as she struggled to stay alive. A little part of me died with her as she left. I placed a purple flower by her corpse and wrote this poem in my head.” You can contact Rosey on Facebook.
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