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BUTTERFLY IN THE RAIN
If you read my poems I’m sure you can tell by the words I use
how often my child and adult are uniting…
but there are times, like today, when the adult in me takes a break
and I let my child do the writing.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate his input (yes this is his child speaking)
It’s just that sometimes I’m not after the same answers he is seeking.
Take today for instance…outside it started to sprinkle
and as I watched a butterfly visit flowers in this part of her domain….
I stopped to ask that butterfly, “Where do you go when it rains”.
I’m pretty sure the adult in me knew the answer
(There’s a book about butterflies he keeps upon the shelf)
but I preferred to get my information from the butterfly herself.
She said, “I usually looks for safe and dry places…the same places I like to sleep at night
In a hollow of a tree, under leaves…somewhere I can protect my leaves for flight.”
As the rain came down a little harder…she said, “Come and follow me!”
then she flew and found some refuge in a nearby blue spruce tree.
She said, “We butterflies are lucky…Mother Nature has provided us a brain…
that allows us to find natural umbrellas that shelter us from the rain”.
As we spoke I couldn’t help but notice…although the rain had filled the sky
the needles she chose to hide under protected this butterfly.
She looked at me and smiled…the from the lips of the smartest butterfly I’ve ever met…
She said, “I notice how I’m up here high and dry…while you’re down there getting wet.”
I admit I felt a little embarrassed…when with laughter she couldn’t contain…
that little butterfly stopped to ask me…”Where do I go in the rain?”
Then she said, “It doesn’t matter…you are soaking wet I see…
and since it’s still raining why don’t you come and share this tree with me.”
So there I sat under the blue spruce tree…conversing with a butterfly
while the rain fell all around me…and only one of us was dry.
The adult in me would not have wanted to get wet…
would not have followed that butterfly into that blue spruce tree…
but this soaking wet child couldn’t help but think
there is no place I’d rather be..
Well it's taken a wretched amount... out of time
I'm pretty sure I lost myself and I lost my mind
It's like time to nothings was given
Nothing was needed but my living room and my cell phone
I don't think I rose at the normal time
nor did I to sleep at the normal time
nor did I eat at a normal time
Nor exercised as I might have
nor did what I used to do in anyway
I lost all desire to do the work that I had loved
My passion for it was gone
My interest in anything but one was gone
Time stood still
I sat in the same chair everyday
I did the same thing everyday
None of the pressures and the demands of life
could get to me in anyway
I just sat in the chair and I did what I did online
It sounds as if it I was falling
down down down into the rabbit hole
But really it was a spiritual experience
that no one else will ever have
Miracles happen
the inexplicable things that can never be told
and never be explained
It was not a time of loss
It was a time of tremendous gain
Some things can never be lost and some things never gained unless you walk in those shoes That can never be explained
It was time and time again in an Eden of love and loss
I was Persephone
Perhaps driven by Covid's hell down under
But in this story, Persephone rises all by herself back up to light
and she becomes a part of the tree of life
Fighting stretching longing for water reaching her roots deep down into the Earth that she came from
into the dark.
She brings truths to the lights and bursts forth in leaves
of a 5,000 colored tree
This is the new me
Risen from darkness and illness into bright and multicolored light
An electric light show
I'm just not sure exactly
which screen on which it should be shown
Big slate ...small stage
Do I work huge or do I work small
Which pill to take ??
I'm the owner of a large plantation
From generations has been passed down
On my property, close to a hundred slaves
Need I mention it's in the South
My slaves all know their place
Though I know they all love me
Cause I don't beat them when I want
I just beat them when I need, tied to the Whipping Tree
Lately I've heard the slaves a whispering
There's definitely something going on
I'm pretty sure I know what it is
My birthday's soon to come
They must be planing for me a party
I'll act surprised when that day comes
They fall all over themselves to please me
Not just because I'm the one that holds the gun
So here it is my birthday
I awake looking for my help
They are nowhere to be seen
Who's going to run my bath for me, I can't do this for myself
Then it is that I remember
About my big birthday surprise
I run expectantly out to the front yard
But find nobody in sight
So I head down to their one room shack
Where they all sleep on the cold dirt floor
Readying myself for my birthday surprise
I swing wide the wooden front door
I see no cake, they sing me no song
The surprise they have for me
Is the noose they throw around my screaming neck
As they hang me from the whipping tree
That girl keeps saying ‘no’
Each time I ask her out.
She gives no reason why,
Just turns and shuts me out.
I’m pretty sure she’s straight,
Not on the other team,
But I’m stuck on home plate
(if you know what I mean!).
Was it something that I said?
Maybe something that she heard?
Do I smell bad? Do I look sad?
Does she think that I’m a nerd?
Not trying for a ‘home run’,
Not even ‘second base’.
Just want to get to know her
And take her out someplace.
I’m playing the long game--
I’m Eventually gonna win!
Someday I’ll get a nibble,
Set the hook, and reel her in.
I asked her B. F. F.
To find out what she heard.
But she her ‘confidante’,
So wouldn’t say a word.
No word out on the street,
From Homeland Security.
The Psychic Connection
Was as clueless as me
Was it something that I said?
Maybe something that she heard?
Do I smell bad? Do I look sad?
Does she think that I’m a nerd?
Not trying for a ‘home run’,
Not even ‘second base’.
Just want to get to know her
And take her out someplace.
I’m playing the long game--
I’m Eventually gonna win!
Someday I’ll get a nibble,
Set the hook, and reel her in.
Hello, this is Lonely calling...
Remember when we sat in your room and did nothing
We sat there for days with nothing to say
Then you found a friend and gave me away
I'm just calling to say that I want you back
I miss all the nothing in the nothing we had
I find by myself there's more nothing to do
Which makes me more lonely than I was lonely with you
Hello, this is Lonely calling...
I'm pretty sure this is your number I'm dialing
Are you so busy you can't give me the time
The least you could do is pick up the line
After all that you and I have been through
You'd think you could give me a minute or two
I guess if I had I could do with another
Could you dump your new friend and send them right over
Hello, this is Lonely calling...
How could you leave me this way without even knowing
All of the heartache that I would go through
Missing all of the nothing that we used to do
Hello, Lonely still here...
Just thought you should know if you even care
I certainly wouldn't have called so much if I had known
That what you most wanted from me was to be left alone
It was the weirdest conversation two people ever made
Well, maybe not the weirdest, but weird by at least one shade
How does your giraffe sleep? The older lady inquired.
We are not sure, he hides from us, said the maid she hired.
Ours sleeps with his head on the ground, his feet in the air.
It’s an embarrassment, she told her. All the neighbors stare.
I will have to figure it out, the younger woman said.
But I am pretty sure he sleeps as soundly as if he is dead.
Does he wear pajamas? Does he brush his enormous teeth?
Not sure of that either, said the other. But she soon felt relief.
Because her giraffe curled up and slept like a baby in a nest.
Letting her family and her grouchy husband get all kinds of rest.
Beginning.
Jealous and beyond my surprise,
I see the audience...stare at me...
A million eyes stare vacantly or with meaning
I know I must be happy, but I am crying again
He's looking after you
He cares about you
And I...and I...
Am practically priceless
Sexy sweat drips on the floor
I guess you don't love me no more...
Juggling doubts of shame...
Jealous and beyond my surprise,
I see the audience...stare at me...
A million eyes stare vacantly or with meaning
I know I must be happy, but I am crying again
He's looking after you
He cares about you
He desires you...
I'm upset because I never knew
That I...that I...
Am practically priceless
Sexy sweat drips on the floor
I guess you don't love me no more...
Juggling doubts of shame...
This love between us didn't work out
Out of the blue...I have no doubt
In my mind that you weren't the kind of friend I once knew
But, I'm stronger than you...I'm sure it's true
I'm sure it's true that you're not my kind
I'm left behind, only to find
Your shadows and reflections of plenty
Turn the music up for a few minutes please
You are as tasty as crackers with cheese on it
And I...and I...
Am practically out of my mind right now
Somehow, there's some hope in store
I want to live, but to live in reality -
I'm an attention whore and more...
more...
I adore not I...
I adore not I...
why? Why?
Left behind to the core
Go ahead and slam that door
Say it behind my back -
The insults that are lined up in a rack
You gossiper...
You traitor...
You foolish brat...
You snitch...
You nasty hoe...
Get lost...
Slit me and please me -
My blood runs freely
JUST GO....GO WITH THE FLOW
You...ahhh...you...
You are nothing to me at this moment
This anger tortures me so...I never meant
To leave scars on my own body
I am the only one that understands
Where I stand
In my so-called house...
I'm as sneaky as a rat or a mouse
I like being abused,
But I hate the aftershocks of being used
Bullied most of my life
I'm pretty sure it hurts being handsome and having to deal with perpetual strife
The End.
I do not attend church but I do believe in God…
like many she’s a God I cannot see
and I am often quite amazed and awed at the signs she sends to me.
Usually I see no-one when I walk in the early morning dark
but today a young couple was sitting on a bench on the edge of our city park.
They looked so happy sitting there I wondered if they were newlyweds
I waved and as I passed by…”Love Ya” they both said.
Love Ya…when I heard those words I was immediately taken aback
and though I did not know this couple “Love Ya too” I instinctively hollered back.
Those two words were the extent of our conversation…
lasting only as long as they were said.
But for the rest of my walk I was smiling as ‘Love Ya’ echoed in my head.
I was amazed how these simple but beautiful words spoken by strangers along the way
could cause such immediate joy and influence my day.
Continuing my walk I noticed a man coming toward me…soon he’d be passing me by
So filled with the confidence joy instills…I thought I’d give ‘Love Ya’ a try.
He said good morning as he passed…and the moment he turned his head…
Good morning, have a nice day and….Love ya…is what I said.
Our conversation was over quickly…lasting only a short while
and I’m pretty sure once his initial shock wore off I saw that old man smile.
Instead of heading home I ran back to the bench
to thank the couple for the love they chose to share
but when I returned they were gone…
which made me wonder…were they ever really there?
Or perhaps they were two angels…
sent down to say a ‘Love Ya’ just for me….
A reminder to me to spread some love
from a God I cannot see.
I first saw Snakey in my flower garden.
I had moved a large rock and he was curled up under it.
There were some beautiful X’s in his pattern.
I did not want to know if there was a rattle on his bum.
So I put the rock back and let him continue his slumber.
The next time I saw Snakey, he was slithering in the yard.
He had dashed around the base of a walnut tree.
Going fast, traveling for what reason? Was he after a mouse?
I watched, but could not see at this distance.
I am pretty sure it was the same snake. Tan with a bit of yellow.
About a week later I found Snakey at the top of my concrete steps
They are in my side yard which lead up to my second garden.
It was a sunny day. He was curled up in a fetal position, soaking up rays.
I decided to go a different way that day.
I was not afraid, but he looked incredibly comfortable.
I did not want to disturb him.
Glacier has been so amazing (hopefully you surmized that from these rhymes)
but we thought this trip would not be complete
without Going to the Sun Road one more time.
After all the breathtaking views the first day…
we waited a whole day…then
we were ready for the next trip…once we could breathe again
The first trip was at six in morning…we were anxious to get there soon…
so the second time we decided to go in the afternoon.
We figured Na’pi the old man who is the sun…
would shine his afternoon light
across his mountains, his glaciers and his streams
and illuminate different sights.
And the old man didn’t disappoint…around every turn a new surprise
It made me wish the words I write could keep pace with my eyes.
He lit up parts of his landscape we hadn’t seen before
It was as if everywhere we looked…he opened a new door.
And once again as we tried to talk…we cold not make a sound
Suffice it to say it was even more amazing…
the second time around.
On the first trip we stopped a million times to take in every view
The second time I’m pretty sure we stopped a million…and two.
Once again I’ll repeat myself….the vistas were breathtaking
and the Aspen trees agree with me because they could not stop quaking.
I don’t know if we’ll ever be back here…before our final days are done
But I know if we do come back…for the third time…well be going to the sun