Butterfly Muse Poems

"Treasure Box"

The etymologist considered "themselves" singular;

like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion 
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to...

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Beyond softest poetic muse, the garden sighs a breathless trust into the heart, remembering that God, in His great design, singled out the gardener for...

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Unwrap my butterfly wings
Let’s see what hope brings
The bloody lies you feed me
Can’t free me, free me eternally

Shamelessly falling apart
Take heart or I’ll tear apart
I’m...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.”
Rumi

If life was a song,
what would be your refrain?

When instruments of fate performed
in...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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upon hearing of
bliss of the butterfly 
the sage too wished to taste
that nectar of the gods
said to never abate

the boon was denied
so the hermit surrendered
and...

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Beautiful wings, breathless
Beating, pulse of freedom
Bringing joy to the heart
Blinding the darkest fears
Blaze of gentle, singing
Broken sighs, warm and wise
Brilliant rhythms, a soul’s muse

...

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Once a green worm gets an Agro journal
Finds a write-up about the fresh vernal

           Stops...

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The writer in me says I must be,                 ...

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Balancing wind has moved in with a spin.
Serenity of the forest locked in.
Autumn colors left in October winds,
quantum foliage falls on.

Crow unlocks secret robin, lost...

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Quote By Poet "I never know when my muse will come for a visit." 


My muse can be very fickle at times,   ...

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"Monarch" 

new wings spread
blue morph 
born to be king

for a short while
the butterfly reigns
cameo dressage 

part of the branch
grounded majesty
in a gilded cage

a new servant...

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I've made up my mind

    To be the girl I used to be, ah so fine

      A...

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Crystallized red, gold, green nocuous clang
of vertigo, bird-toons tweeting, knees on the rocks,
rolling eyes, coverlet-lids closing, discovered
in fetal position, cocooned in butterfly net.

“Don’t you have...

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