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Fetch the Angels to My Windowpane

Poetry From The Heart…

I sit on the window’s seat
tolerate butterflies tics at my movements
accept daylight’s warmth inside my soul.
I long for a squirrel’s hello
welcome a stare into my senses
capture the essence of my thoughts.

Can it delve into the nadirs of the soul…
hear the beat of a heart
rush of blood through the veins?
Will it detect the sadness within
or brush it aside like everyone else does
without signaling a single idea?

Sorrow brings pain
robs one of resourcefulness
builds a barrier around a lifeblood.
A simple greeting to the morning
brightens a mind and lifts spirits
brings smiles and pleasures to a moment.

Flutter tiny butterflies, flutter your wings
lighten the wretchedness of the cockcrow
bestow songs of merriment within the heart.
Flutter tiny butterflies; flutter your wings
fetch the angels to my windowpane…
drop off miracles of God’s blessings to me.

Flutter tiny butterflies; flutter your wings…

Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.

Barbara K. Smith: Barbara Kasey Smith was born in Affinity, West Virginia. She was raised in a coal-mining town of Crab Orchard, West Virginia. Barbara worked for the federal government for thirty-one plus years. She enjoys reading, writing, the theater and her family and friends. Barbara loves to write poetry and opinion articles and she has been published in several anthologies, magazines, and Internet reviews. She has had four books published. She enjoys her husband and Jack Russell terrier, Miss Daisy, to be in the room as she writes because it gives her the feeling it enhances her ability to attain her best writing moments.
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