So, Set Sail

[modest fossil]

This is one of the most unique poems I’ve seen. The wording really feels unique. And about the man trying to reach a butterfly. I think he’s in love, or something similar, and every time he tries to get closer, he pulls back, either out of fear of embarrassment or because he simply doesn’t know what to do.

The poem was long and beautiful, and it had some really striking lines. I especially liked the way you used language in this part:

"That night, he returned
under the faint moon.
Sitting by the shore, scooping sand.
Watching fine grains
drizzle
through
his
hand."

That was probably my favorite quote from the poem. It felt unique and fresh, and it really captured the feeling of sand slowly drizzling through his hands.

[compact violet]

Haha thank you man, you are too nice. I find your interpretation of the butterfly true in some sense, essentially it represents any kind of transient beauty, meaning or truth. May I ask how you interpret what follows after his pursuit of the butterfly?

[modest fossil]

I think he came to terms with the fact that he would never reach the butterfly, and he scatters the rose petals because he realizes he doesn’t need to follow it anymore. He understands that he’s free and doesn’t have to keep thinking about the butterfly he never got to hold.

“For a time,
the world was you.”

This line kind of confirms it for me. He no longer sees the butterfly as his entire world, and he doesn’t feel the need to chase it the way he once did.

[compact violet]

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