Tears, Paper Dolls, Butterflies
by Kathy Warnes
Tears
Tie your tears to a balloon
Drop by drop
Set them free to mingle
Into the clouds ‑ silver and gray.
Then when recycled into rain,
Let them fall again
Drop by drop
For inspiration.
Paper Dolls
Come into my life
I will cut you
Into a paper doll,
Paper patch the rips
Scissor‑smooth the edges.
Next the clothes
Cut them ready wear.
Come into my dream
We paper doll people
Must enter dreams
For substance. ‑
Butterflies
She raised the lid,
Dark butterflies of human nature
Flew away to settle in souls.
She took the blame
Smiling,
Flinging out her hands
Throwing back in our faces
The nectar of ourselves
That eternally entices the butterflies
To the open box.
Tears
Tie your tears to a balloon
Drop by drop
Set them free to mingle
Into the clouds ‑ silver and gray.
Then when recycled into rain,
Let them fall again
Drop by drop
For inspiration.
Paper Dolls
Come into my life
I will cut you
Into a paper doll,
Paper patch the rips
Scissor‑smooth the edges.
Next the clothes
Cut them ready wear.
Come into my dream
We paper doll people
Must enter dreams
For substance. ‑
Butterflies
She raised the lid,
Dark butterflies of human nature
Flew away to settle in souls.
She took the blame
Smiling,
Flinging out her hands
Throwing back in our faces
The nectar of ourselves
That eternally entices the butterflies
To the open box.