Poetry / Mon Papillon (Analysis)
I once met a butterfly,
She fluttered in from an eastern sky,
I loved her colors, wings and things,
Her voice it sounded like it sings,
I saw her smile most oft we met,
I even shared her bed and yet,
I wonder where has she gone to be?
Or was she really not there with me?
For what seems to be is often not,
Though I know our time won’t be forgot.
Blue Earl
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In reading Mon Papillon I noticed definate iambic pantaminar with a twist… Needs some work on the seventh line but all told a poem of depth…
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This almost reads like a sonnet. I really like the butterfly metaphor.
The only line that sounded off to me was “her voice it sounded like it sings.” The verb tense ‘sounded’ would correlate to ‘sang’ instead of ‘sings’, though I understand you’re keeping with the rhyme. Though, in keeping with the butterfly theme, one doesn’t think of a butterfly as singing or having any voice at all. Just a thought. Overall, I enjoyed reading the poem.
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