Our Frail Existence

Unravelling the mystery of our frail existence
 The erasure of one self
 and the creation of another,
 A spectral glimpse of something
 not yet quite a scene,
A yearning for the commonplace
 to bloom into the sublime,
As the caterpillar
 to the beautiful butterfly.
Freely flitting in a field of yellow
 in absence of all we are bound by.
Shapes assembling – then dissolving
 into visions of roads
 we’ve yet to travel.
What cannot be seen
Will eventually define us,
And we will be pleased
Unravelling the mystery of our frail existence.
© 2012 DiAnne Ebejer
(also written as “The Butterfly Effect” for Plum Tree Books Butterfly Effect Project)

About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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11 Responses to Our Frail Existence

  1. Lovely piece, DiAnne. We all have our frail moments, chinks in the armor.


  2. Hi Karen and thanks so much for your comments. Yes indeed we do! 🙂


  3. And thank you DiAnne for allowing us to publish this poem in The Butterfly Effect. A wonderful poem,


  4. The pleasure was all mine Niamh. It is a wonderful publication that I’m proud to be included in!


  5. I like that it really has soul.


  6. tolbert says:

    beautiful…like the butterfly.


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