Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Some desperation sits at the heart of this poem,I had to stop and think, butterflies do not generally fly toward the sun, or if they do ,it is in migration, ah but what if the whole process of existence is considered futility? How deep the desperation in this seemingly simple poem . Ah but then more complex yet, we are spared knowing this beginning and end lights out just empty space sort of feeling.Interesting bit of work,Poets capture difficult considerations ,this poem asks what is hope ? then paints a dark answer. I would be interested in the poets thoughts on this.

According to poet Robert Browning,

"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?"

Maybe that applies to butterflies as well?

Wings of The moth
give me strength
Belly of the butterfly
allows me to love