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The Spring Butterfly
Sat in stillness on the small cedar
For what seemed like an eternity!
The Spring Butterfly
Sat in stillness on the small cedar
For what seemed like an eternity!
You think you have control –
or do I give it of my own Volition
For all you know –
this isn’t about control
Perhaps it is about Trust
It is a shallow mind –
not to see this.
A rogue Warrior
wanders the earth
There is no escape –
– As time stands still
Cluttered with memories
He can’t seem to find
The decades comingle –
in a capsule of time
Searching for a feeling
Through a place, song or view
It’s been with him a lifetime
Yet nothing at all is true.
No morning birds today
– after the spray.
Perhaps I’ll clean my windows.
In less than a day
the spring flowers Lie flat.
The masked man lingers – then moves on
when the Rains arrive!
Although I am consulted,
I know there is no choice.
The man in the mask
and the Orange suit
Has Arrived
Green is Green –
In whatever form it takes
The buttercups choke out the grass
As they Salute to the Sun.
The pink Capsule hangs in the Honey Suckle
Two days the Crow stays!
– then leaves when the rain comes
Two bottles of wine – one red one white
Two benzos – both white and small
A Mother’s Purple Comforter –
The Seagull; I haven’t seen yet…
I took my glasses off
To see clearly on the trail;
A cool wind on my cheek
Moving water beneath the bridge
Gravel under feet
The horn of a distant train
A buzzing aircraft – wondering if they can see me
As I stand amidst the Four Cedars.
The stairway stood in time
As orange changed into gold
A flame was left to Seethe
Then Smoldered in the cold
Persistent and continual
The never-ending burn
A spark was all that’s needed
For all I hold and yearn.
Men have abandoned their posts!
They have fallen to the ground
Some have moved to a new world
While others have gone back
to fix the unfixable
My Once Upon a Time
Lies shattered in my
Happily Ever After
And all the while
A Paradox churns in my gut