Memories of Chasing Butterflies · 20 June 2026
When I was a child
I loved chasing butterflies
They were bright and colorful
They were music for my eyes.
The times that I would catch them
I would let them go again
I guess I always thought
That was how I’d be their friend.
Then, I’d watch them fly away
As they did flitter in the sky
I would sit there in the field
And watch others fly on by.
And each year as I grew
I chased butterflies less and less
It was such a silly thing to do
Was what I thought, I guess.
For chasing butterflies
Is living life without a goal
It is being a child forever
It is not having any role.
But every now and then I try
To chase a butterfly or two
Out in the fields of childhood
Where everything is new.
I still marvel at the butterflies
With so many colors on their wings
And when I catch a butterfly
My soul, it really sings.
And when I let it go again
And watch it flittering so high
I marvel at all the butterflies
Fluttering in the sky.
And then it makes me realize
That goals are not the only thing
You can stop and chase the butterflies
And make your heart to sing.
So when I see a rainbow
Or some colors catch my eyes
My mind is filled with memories
Of chasing butterflies.
[Write a narrative poem about a child chasing butterflies.
You may choose to make this purely descriptive, or use it as a metaphor. Narrative poems are stories told in poetic verse.
DailyPrompt prompt]
© 2026 Michael T. Miyoshi
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