But Ever I Go Needing

In rare moments, I smile.

Making my water bitter,
I have passed by
Gentle moments
Hovering close enough to kiss:
This I now see.

Butterflies burst through –
Ever am I chrysalis…

Forming meadows in mind,
Recalling the child lost:
Eroding the walls,
Emerging my better man…


Filed under Poetry

4 responses to “But Ever I Go Needing

  1. I liked the entire piece, but the last verse is really nice…

  2. I have found that not many people are familiar with the many forms of poetry. I’m glad you are familiar. Thank you for stopping by!

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