Old Faded Blue Chair

Poem By Nicole GravellPellerino

The words are little
Butterflies
Fluttering around my head.
I catch them
Haphazardly,
Admiring their beauty
Then setting them free.
Beautiful, random words
Making no sense to me
But finally settling
Themselves into
A pattern
I can live with.

Comments about Old Faded Blue Chair

Another brilliant piece of writing. 10+++++++++
The words are little Butterflies Fluttering around my head. I catch them Haphazardly, Admiring their beauty a good poem and yes the words are really very small to express for butterfly tyle sweet ideas as you did here..liked it and its enough heart feeling poem with good idea..10/10
The words are little Butterflies Fluttering around my head. I catch them Haphazardly, Admiring their beauty a good poem and yes the words are really very small to express for butterfly tyle sweet ideas as you did here..liked it and its enough heart feeling poem with good idea..10/10
The words are little Butterflies Fluttering around my head. I catch them Haphazardly, Admiring their beauty a good poem and yes the words are really very small to express for butterfly tyle sweet ideas as you did here..liked it and its enough heart feeling poem with good idea..10/10
A truly beautiful analogy - your 'butterflies' have settled into an admirable pattern in this little gem of a poem. S :)


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