The pot boils, and boils. Tea smoke hangs so thick,
the pavilion is shrouded in a tea leaf veil. Butterflies

bounce between flowers, a heaven to earth spectrum dancing
through smoke wisps before cascading into dream black.

The pot whistles, and whistles, and the sun gazes upon
the pavilion once more. The butterflies sit idle,

enjoying the taste of nectar, and I recall the
sensation from an ancient forever.


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About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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10 Responses to Pavilion

  1. Paintblotch says:

    What a lovely piece skyraft.

  2. claudia says:

    love the whistling pot and the butterflies sitting idle..atmospheric piece..

  3. kelly says:

    oh my, I LOVE this. my all-time favorite of yours.

  4. Tony says:

    Oh man, waiting for the pot to boil and the tea to brew! Lovely writing – really atmospheric.

  5. Jessica says:

    Cool. This is just a fun uplifting read. Thank you.

  6. brian miller says:

    ah so very nice elements in this…most comforting…the tea kettle…the butterflies idle…and the ancient forever….nice contrast in that….cool verse….

  7. Emily says:

    I really can’t get enough of your writing. This is another excellent poem. I love the butterflies dancing, and then enjoying their nectar. And I especially love the phrase “ancient forever.”

  8. Such beautiful word imagery! I did enjoy this!

  9. 1emeraldcity says:

    Love particularly, the second and final stanza. Vivid and I’m there. Lovely write, Sky!

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