Beauty on the wing
under a hot August sun
takes the mind on flights of fancy.
Twists and turns, taken
easily on the lightest breeze,
round and round in loops and swoops,
free of restraint, free of complaint,
leaving wispy traces of airborne color,
yellow, orange, and blue.
Who could it be, you might ask.
Certainly not you, nor I.
Colorful antics such as this,
that bring us thoughts of carefree bliss
on these hot days of summertime,
belong to lovely butterflies.
This poem, is my response to Poetics: For the love of puzzles…, the prompt from Lillian at dVerse ~ Poets Pub. Similar to an acrostic poem, in which the first letter of each line, when read from top to bottom, spells out a name, a word, or a message, in the Acrostic Plus, created by Lillian Hallberg, the first letter of each line in the first stanza, when read from top to bottom, spells out a message or word(s) and in the second stanza, the last letter of each line when read from top to bottom, spells out the rest of the message or additional word(s).
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