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Butterfly
by Charles E Minshall
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I dreamt I was a butterfly,
That I had wings, that I could fly.
Drift, float and pirouette
Higher than any parapet.
I traveled far, I traveled wide,
I saw the world in a powerglide.
Then I awoke beside my bed
With flapping arms and bump on head.
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08/04/2002 Posted on 08/04/2002
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 11/11/02 at 03:42 AM The last line is very amusing.=) Nice read. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 12/05/02 at 09:35 PM Very well written with such an unexpected ending... I like it very much!!! |
| Posted by Kate Donovan on 12/17/02 at 06:52 PM *giggle* i love it. i can tell you are inspired by shel silverstein, your writing reminds me of his :o) |
| Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 02/12/03 at 01:40 AM hehe. Again, made me laugh. You've definitely a talent for unexpected humor. |
| Posted by Melanie A Bennett on 03/05/03 at 04:37 AM Again...very amusing...:) Got a chuckle or two out of this one! Excellent writing Charlie! ~Mel~ |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/03/03 at 04:17 AM nice bringing that one back down to earth, fluttering down that is |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/28/03 at 04:27 AM LOL! I thought there at first you were going to get etheral on us. Ending made me laugh right out loud!! |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/20/03 at 05:44 AM Hi Charles,
Good one. Strange dreams we have have, huh? Like ouch, it's hard on the head too. You were trying to fly like a butterfly. Jean |
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