Best Leapt Poems
Astral eagle is back to take Samantha to exotic places.
In Dubai she finds her prince again; his brown eyes are smoldering.
Samantha is in Nirvana; this world better than the other one
Nothing disturbs her; she sighs with relief.
He was waiting; she had hoped he would be.
He is not real her sister had told her, wanting to set her up.
There was nothing more real as he ran a finger down her throat.
She felt her pulse leap almost out of its vein.
Her heart was pumping double time.
He leaned in and gently touched his lips to her.
She began to writhe among her sheets.
Wanting something, yet not fully knowing what.
She was untouched. A novice to this kind of erotic play.
The eagle brought her back in the form of an alarm clock.
She woke up quickly, but disoriented.
Irritated, completely unfulfilled.
There is always tonight, the eagle whispered….
Bridgett Faerie leapt from the flames with a pop and a fizzle
Delighting her elemental dad, Hellfire, wielder of the flame
Her mother gave her the power to make leaves dance
Her purpose not apparent yet, but she was magnificent.
Hair in shades of copper we did not know had been invented.
She stood on the tallest log and stared us down, Then she flew.
New faeries can hardly ever fly. We gasped.
"Forty-one years since I saw a first day flyer,"
one of the elderly brownies whispered.
Bridgett landed next to her.
"Hi!" she said. The whole council laughed.
"She is precocious," one of the faeries said.
Bridgett turned.
I saw her face for the first time;
oval with laughing caramel eyes.
Her nose was a tiny ski slope, a tiny lift at the end. She wrinkled it.
"Where are the leaves?" she demanded. "I want to get started."
Even Hellfire was astounded; he had six daughters but not this one
Until today. She would be a force to be honored and revered.
Her snotty sisters began to make fun of her,
pretending non-jealousy.
Hellfire gave them a look and there was instant silence.
"Are those my SISTERS?" Bridgett shrieked with delight.
She flew over and hugged every one of them. Then she flew away.
How could someone with such tiny feet be so assertive?
No fairy had ever started working on their birthday before today.
Oak tree leaves began floating down into the fire.
The fire popped and crackled faster and faster.
"I love this job!" Bridgett yelled from a branch forty feet up.
Hellfire looked frightened for the first time.
He had never had a daughter who was more like his wife.
His wife flew past him to help her daughter.
That rarely happens on birthing day either.
"A mini-me-of-Enthusiasm Faerie!" someone said.
Others cheered. Someone clapped Hellfire on the back.
"Now there are two of them, he said."Good luck!"
Bridgett's twin sister Brewit popped out of the flames next.
"Surprise!" She yelled. "There are two of us Daddy!"
Hellfire's mouth dropped open. He had felt outnumbered before.
But never suffered anything like this. Brewit gave him a big hug.
Then she flew up with to join her mother and her sister.
A wonderful day in the woods, one we have never forgotten
Although that was twenty-seven years ago.
The story has been told thousands of times.
And put into the imaginations of many. Their purpose: Joy.
I never wanted to die
Until I did
But they revived me
Gone was joy now, back was pain
I remember little of it
As time wanders on, it is less prominent
One day I will not remember ever dying
I am sure of this without knowing how
I felt my heart leap with joy once upon a time
I died and found myself beloved and nurtured
I cannot forget Nirvana, can I?
There is something wonderful in the land of death.
From an eight story high rise building
I leapt to my death, but land on top of a moving bus with a thump.
People scream. I laugh, because I am still alive.
My purple cape flies out behind me.
I see a low bridge, so I fall down with a whomp.
More screaming.
I hang on tightly.
No longer wanting to die.
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aging,
like autumn leaves,
fading grace beneath weight,
I shuffle, fragile, yet rooted,
time bends.