A Butterfly In Neon Gas Comments

a butterfly in neon gas flashing candied colors breathing that which exhaling that which makes him light and glow and nearly dead.......nice conceptualiazation.Beautiful poem..

unnatural light and natural colorful creature! Lo natural death trap! a Japanese symbol of his former self a haiku version of biography in flight - - WELL SAID WISHES FOR MERITTING DAY'S POEM LIST POET Jenny Kalahar

Thank you for reminding me how wonderful your poetry is. A True Poet you are.

Thought provoking and well crafted. Observations of nature invoke a marvelous poem.

a Japanese symbol of his former self a haiku version of biography in flight a mass of molecules unlike the night..///beautiful poem penned; congrats for being selected this as POD

Well articulated and nicely brought forth with insight. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.

Worthy imagery for a lovely poem, well captured.

superb poem// love it; yeah; everyone wants to fly more and higher but the hidden chain jails in limitation

short lived things are more treasured by god, is one argument

what a fascinating poetry, your poem is really meaningful and creative, the emotional expression is really touching, can you please check out my poem and rate it, " I seek a friend" it might be of your interest. thank you.

Beautiful and skillfully crafted. Congrats of POD.

A wonderfully written poem of the day. Congrats, dear Ma'am Jenny for being picked.10++++++++

Very beautiful poem dear poet...... thanks/////

Hats off to the flight of imagery and congrats on Poem of the Day.

fantastic and seemingly about everything due a butterfly's true beauty!

Classic imagery for modern times... well done... impactful...

We travel, see, hear Your beautiful butterfly, Soaring, so near, No need of physical presence, The feel and magic, Are right here. A very worthwhile poem, beautifully written that imagination and heart, do movingly steer. With the message that too much freedom and ignorance can engender, perdition. Loved it! Well merited honor for his poem, that will be remembered, much longer than the ephemeral life of its symbol of beauty and innocence.

Some butterflies in nature love to fly to street lamps at night. They do not know that there is a slow death there. Great poem. Congratulations on POD.

Unlike the night, With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

This is really quite good. Penned beautifully and crafted with skill. Loved every word. Works well with the image too. A fine poem.