O Dreamy Flutter Flies

O! Dreamy flutter flies winged in mid-air,

In moments, playing peekaboos so mysteriously there

And for those joys that erst a while, as in —castaways ousted to something rear

O dearies — yea dare not yet sparingly hide, moving onto vain nothingness of no-show cares

O! Why so, O! Why so, O! Dreamy flutter flies...

Why do yea melt melancholies in gardens elsewhere

Appearing herein as an accent shared—yet, pluming unseen o'er banks somewhere!

In fractions yea appear and then, so suddenly yea disappear

That in which I see all glories-all gone distant,

as some hope leaving, all blankness, everywhere

Then, in ravishing meadows, loitering so bleakly and so starkly, so bare

Again, yea appear to my own sightings, but now to rouse all my swears!

And , in knowing not how to care —yea tease favors —thrown away as some extra spares

And as in timed errors, yea sprinkle forthwith, quite surreptitiously, here and there

And ....while a scepter yields in -this-lightly fringed, delightful dare

Haunted, by those sightings, this uncheered hope, beams out duly, as in comely flairs

And to many straight of stately, all molded in so deceivingly, yet all unfolding as though crystal clear

For now, between my ink and my breathed sighs—so belies, a dutiful muse — not needing any of those false compares!

For those joys, duly slipping away as in shuttering glances,

have lain austere, leaning unto meadows, at once, elsewhere!

So, dreamy flutter flies winged on this highly tempestuous, heavenly gear,

Which —of course— is in my vigil, and as if treading lightly over those vaulted stairs

That , which when perused, is a solace beyond compare!

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti March 29th, 2023 🦋 🦋 🦋

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