Butterfly Flurry

Courtesy of Pixabay 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a dream,
I met a gatekeeper
with lustrous copper hair
all was not as it seems
in a crimson patch of flowers
wearing large tortoiseshell glasses
beckoning me into a flurry of butterflies
in my sleep during the mystical hours
surrounded by beautiful fluttering wings
a wandering skipper gifted me a red velvet rose
careful of thorns,  I inhaled its sweetest scent
the night I heard a flurry of  butterflies sing

written for dVerse Poetics hosted by Merril

So, for today, I’ve composed a list of common butterfly names taken from several online sites. People seem to enjoy these list prompts. Choose at least three of the names from the list below and include them in your poem.

Author's note:  Today, I was in a pool of cool blue and a Eastern Tiger Swallowtail landed on my foot. Then I saw the prompt today.  A bit of Synchronicity.  

Coping and Hoping

Hope is an optimistic state of mind
it’s believing things will work out
even when surrounded by chaos

Hope is a dream waiting to unfold
it’s found in broken wings of a goose
an unwavering resilience to change

Hope is a kiss of dazzling sunlight
it warms the flesh with renewal
breathing in positive energy

Hope resides in heartfelt prayers
encouraging us to be strong
it’s in the beat of a steady drum

Hope is a rainbow after the storm
saying goodbye to darkness
and choosing light....

Hope is a lifeline

  grab it with all your strength

    and never let go...

written for What's Going On? Hope hosted by Sherry 

Hope is definitely "The hardest love we carry" 

Surprise, The Storm has Arrived

Henri Rousseau, Tiger in a Tropical Storm (Surprised!) (1891), oil on canvas

In the light of truth and painting
finding words becomes difficult
to convey what I feel pondering
a faraway storm 

lightning streaks across the heavens
as the sky river descends on
a rich green landscape 
trees and ferns bend 

gone are monkeys and birds
leaving an eerie silence

a tiger roars out a warning
as the wind whips, fear shows
in his dilated eyes, breathing
becomes difficult

can he out run a tropical storm

written for dVerse - Light and Truth of Painting 

hosted by Melissa 

Today for Poetics, I thought we might write from a selection of Rousseau’s artwork. Choose one of the paintings in this post and let it be your muse. Additionally, use the above epitaph as a launch point to describe where the painting takes you, the viewer. 

On Padded Paws

courtesy of Pixabay Chris 0223

I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts.  On padded paws in ghostly silence following you into the dreamscape.  You summoned me unwittingly a tracker to travel between the worlds.  The hunt begins, weaving through hidden places where dreams become nightmares.

The night air is stagnant and smoky.  Slowly, stalking the prey that haunts your nights.In the graveyard of decaying dreams and dying roses. Pouncing on shadows of pain and sorrow. Echoes of dirges circulate the air.  

I am a shapeshifter tapping into your inner fears.  Blurring the lines between reality and illusion luring you deeper into the darkness of understanding.  Shedding old beliefs prowling in the labyrinth of duality, praying for  the doorway to light.

linking with  dVerse Prosery Hosted by Merril

For Prosery, your prose—fiction or nonfiction—may be up to 144 words
you must incorporate this given line 

I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts”
From “Jaguar Song.”

Thank you for reading. 

Under the Sun

journey through time, with the  guess who, while sky and earth hum togetherness

music fills the night, beating harmoniously, star glittered magic 

author's note: Saw an amazing show Thursday night transcending boundaries with music. Thanks for an unforgettable night.

 

Under a dome of Stars

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Under a dome of stars
high on a mountain top
pondering this story of ours
in silence green leaves drop 

the summer has been hot
trees self-pruning in the heat
stress has caused some knots
I’m told this is the ultimate spot 

where the brightest light shines
renewal found in the darkness
here poets explore fine lines
awestruck by the calmness

how to reach the infinite sky
shedding all that weighs us down
perhaps, then we can truly fly
as our hearts lift off the ground

written for dVerse - Hosted by Dora

prompt write a poem about darkness

Puff

courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Puff the magic dragon
was a part of me

soaring to places
my imagination flew free

as I aged, I kept him hidden
in a place only I could see

in the cave of my dreams
my inner-child takes flight
past the willow trees  

written for dVerse Q251 Light Burst of Air 

Hosted by Lisa writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word "Puff

inspired by the song Puff the Magic Dragon 

Out of the Ordinary

I awoke this morning to an ordinary day
the sun peeking through the blinds where
last night’s moonlight lulled me into sleep

the clock that sits on the nightstand
day after day a reminder of the
gift of time, space and life

I ponder slipping into another dream
but, the day calls with a to-do-list
of everyday things, watering the plants
picking up groceries and returning a
book to the library…nothing spectacular
going on or is there?

even ordinary thing can bring surprises
like the red cardinal that sits on the
roof of my white car…singing a song
in the sweltering heat under a blue
sky and I’m grateful to be alive….

written for What's Going On? Ordinary Things
hosted by Sherry