(this is the fixed version of a previous post...somehow, the format keeps getting messed up! )':)
Basically, what I need from you is: a) a critique, and b) an idea of what YOU thought this poem was meant to represent. This was for a school assignment, and I often have a hard time meeting the regimented standards- TELL ME everything that seems wrong to you. Here 'tis:
Broken Butterfly Crowns
The weakened flutter of broken wings,
Such a woeful sigh of fallen kings.
Frail, an orange-robed Monarch flutters,
Like an adolescent heart, stutters...
Pulsing unevenly, newly hatched,
From a cocoon of silky thatch.
Feelings fall through, life's trials so rough,
Small paper wings fold, not bold enough.
Too untried to complete the journey,
The tiny prince pauses by the sea.
Courage lost to a dark, endless wall,
Our Highness cries, can't attend the ball.
Blood shines silver in the pale moonlight,
Mourning lost chances at last birthrights.
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