flutter by butterfly
dressed in wings of beauty, frail
he listened as she told her tale
his wings were strong and flattered by
the way that she had fluttered by
they didn’t see the windshield, splattered
she listened to his last words, sputtered
'fly like the wind though heart may fail'
she flew away with broken tail
After finding this Spicebush Swallowtail managing her broken wings so beautifully, I caught the image and the story came quickly. I was delighted to find an actual form in the ending words of each line! By now, you know I have no head knowledge of poetry... just heart knowledge. So, I ask my learned poet friends... and you know who you are =) ... Is this a form? Does it have a name?
Joining with d’Verse Poets for Open Link Night, click here to read the wonderful words of poets.