I rubbed the tips
of my thumb
and forefinger together
to accentuate
the scent
she had left behind
as she flew away home;
held it to my nostrils
and inhaled
the musky scent
of
green bell peppers.
Her house was not
on fire
or children all gone
but she
opened
her ruby red carapace
spread her
lacy wings
left her
smell of fear.
And Ann?
Mother so kind,
I see myself in you, the worst parts
Do I tear them from me? Do I tear them from you?
Your blood, your flesh I bear
So Do I tear myself too?
Mother so gentle,
My life to you I offer,
Clay from your bones, mould from your skin
But still I sculpted myself an imposter
My cracks shattered me in the kiln
Mother so wise,
I question every part of me,
Every atom loathing for your assurance
Why cant I be like you? Divine and holy
Why must I end up in the worst kind of penance?
Mother so vicious,
What did you dream of? Why aren't you free?
I'd undo every part of me, cease to exist, simply to see your eyes smile
But in darkness youve built your home, and to there you shall flee
Stealing from me ny ecstacy, turning me putrid, so vile
Mother so mine,
Youre my guiding light, dimmed so dark
In my somber end, will you kindly lead my wretched soul?
Bound by you, forever an appendage, forever so stark
Ill die at peace incomplete, but I cant live whole
coccinellidae
happiness personified
smiling with delight
The wife of LBJ, known to all as 'Ladybird'
was famous for the following words
'Plant a tree, a shrub, or a bush'
She never dreamed they'd lead to
two more Texans in the White House
First the father, George Herbert Walker
Then the son, smart-alecky George W. Bush!
wee Coccinella
xanthic petaled pedestal-
penny for your thoughts
I hear birds sing
Beautifully they sing
With bliss they cheer the sun as it rises from the mountains
I hear them sing every hour of the morning
With confidence they sing their different melodies
Summer or winter spring or autumn
Still they sing
their music well tuned it has my ears open all the time
Their tone so smooth it shoots sleep out of the bed
I hear that they sing with perfection and beauty
And still I don't know why they sing
Still I hear them sing with so much beauty and confidence
Then I wonder if they have a stage or an audience
Or they just sing for the bliss of it.
This little fellow, sports a dashing suit
He’s covered in spots and looks quite cute
You can find him in summer on many a leaf
Chewing at the bad guys, with his little teeth
This tiny gardener keeps our plants clean
You’ll have to look carefully, or he won’t be seen
His flying skills are a wobbly delight
As he unfolds his wings...... and then takes flight
Hidden in his back they’re stored away
Conveniently protected for his busy day
So if you see him, leave him be......
He’s no harm to plants......you......or me!
The ladybird
A scarlet coated dome
Black dots glossy scattered few
Beetle live on leaf!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
Gentle wisp of air
Flutter the ladybird's wings
Spring beckons, raindrops
Pray tell haven't you heard
Of a well known legend named Lady Bird
Whom, they say, never ever spoke a word
Soon after she became one of the undead
In the midst of an ominous moon blood red
She sported a halo above her head
When she awoke from her dreams
Upon her back she'd sprouted wings
To fly away from all the evil things
Feathers of down like a blanket of snow
Glistening petals so icy and cold
While all around her aura aglow
She carries a lantern in her claw
Looking around in majestic awe
And marveled at all that she saw
As she set out to fly on her own
Gracefully she carries her hollow bones
Singing the silent yet deafening tones
Among all there is to see
She flies about unhindered and free
If she closes her eyes and just
Believes
copyright by Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson
How about some free verse
That’s what Kim is asking for
Whatever my heart desires
What more could I ask, I know
Love maybe, so over subscribed
Nature is the same, hmm
How about the red ladybirds
In my garden they have a home
Did you know that from 2 spots
To 22 are on this little bug
Love to see them when in flight
When sent home with a shake
In my eyes she is a friend
Welcome whenever she likes
Making sure a silver birch
In the garden is kept just as she wants.
“Fly away ladybird
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire
your children are none”
Penned 28 May 2013
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