Beneath blue butterflies,
I revive old dreams—

Dreams buried, dreams devoured,
dreams snatched by waking hours.
Dreams whispered, dreams shared,
dreams spilled and reckless blared.
Dreams hidden, dreams bled,
dreams that rest amongst the dead.
Dreams forgotten, dreams untold,
dreams fingers could not hold.
Dreams trodden, dreams to dust,
dreams absconded with our trust.

Dreams hurried, dreams pressured,
dreams scant, dreams unmeasured.
Dreams too early, dreams too late,
dreams unsure, dreams hesitate.
Dreams timid, dreams afraid,
dreams yielding, dreams staid.

Dreams defeated, incompleted,
disregarded,
long discarded.

Stifled,
beaten,
held,
confined.


Gossamer wings pulsate.


Cobalt veins.


Life


By Laura Benn


2 responses to “Beneath Blue Butterflies”

  1. Bren avatar
    Bren

    Hi Laura,

    I just want to thank you for your poetry which I find profoundly startling.

    I also get great hope and encouragement from the fact that you have lived with chronic illness and with being “neurodivergent” (whatever that means in your case.)

    Be assured you are a living witness of Christ’s reality and are touching the lives–even of strangers.

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  2. Laura Benn avatar

    Thank you for taking the time to write this beautiful encouragement, Bren. It means so much to know that others hear the heartbeat of my work and story, and feel it resound within their own. It is exactly why I write.

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