Obliteration
Winter self auto-consumed
Metamorphosis
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Haiku written for the Naturalist Weekly.
Stranded at the top,
We fail to notice
The sky so impossibly blue,
The shy curve of the moon.
As we impatiently wait,
Ecclesiastical butterflies
Sprinkle gold dust
On our fingers.
Now we complain
It’s going too fast.
We create the show
For those next in line.
It’s an E-ticket ride,
And already we’re tired
Of unrelenting excitement–
Perhaps it’s time
For the carousel of cornflakes
And mortgage payments.
But once monotony begins,
We long for the drama,
That delicious roller coaster
Uncertainty, hovering between
Present and future planes
Of existence,
Before the next
Inexorable
Revolution
Of the wheel.
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Written for the Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story Challenge (wheel).
I would be most pleased and honored if you could put on your traveling pants today and visit my friend Jeff’s blog, where he features my new poem “The Butterfly Poet.” This piece was inspired by a selection from Jeff’s wonderful poetry book Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.
Next on the travel agenda is a trip over to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, where I am continuing the Dream Interpretation series. Today’s post discusses the various possible meanings of driving dreams.
Bon voyage, wear plenty of sunscreen, and don’t forget to stay hydrated!
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*Title is from the cute book The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
Some call it blue; some call it green–
It undulates in between.
Mermaid’s treasure, waterfall,
Synergy upon your wall.
Intuition, misty teal,
So beautiful, it’s unreal.
Paint chip names say hello:
Fairy tale and calypso,
Robin’s egg, cerulean sky…
A sweater or a butterfly,
Jewelry, cupcakes, seaside art–
Turquoise always soothes my heart.
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Written for Mindlovemisery’s Confessional (favorite color).
She ate poison
Secreted it away
Because she knew
She’d need it
Someday;
She ate poison
And crawled
Repulsively
Compulsively
In search of more.
Her skin hardened
In a dangerous garden;
So tired
She wandered
Alone.
When she awoke
Her skin had turned to gold;
Swirls of red and black
Warned predators away—
The poison remained
And fake snake-eyes
Kept her safe.
She had one job:
Breed and die
But for a little while
She would fly!
Break the chrysalis
Feel the sun’s kiss
Taste the blue sky.
Do not brush
The golden dust
From her wings;
She soars, she sings
On the milkweed breeze.
She ate poison
So she could be free.
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Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Butterfly Dreams (please visit the link and show a little love to my first MLM Dream Interpretation post). Poem reposted with permission from Depth Perception by Paula Light.
Dazzling summer sun bathes the garden in golden warmth. From the porch, she watches a lone butterfly flit gracefully around the nectar-rich blossoms while a motor drones in the distance. She lights another cigarette as a cloud of dust swirls up from the road like a dirty ghost. It won’t be long now.
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Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt (53 words).
“I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.” ~ Zhuangzi
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Two black cats in the dark
Form shadows under the stars,
Sisters in orbit;
They swirl ’round this empty lot,
Golden eyes shooting sparks
On an otherwise quiet eve.
I hardly dare breathe
As they sketch themselves into being—
Coal-cut smudged shapes,
Question-mark tails—
Living art in this lifeless park.
My hands grow damp,
Sprouting butterfly wings.
I whirl them in the night wind;
I have no use for dreams.
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Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 564. Words are: damp stars sparks swirl sisters breathe empty sprouting shadows sketch orbit art.
Mundane tasks can wait
Butterfly daydreams compel
Full exploration
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Haiku written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
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