Flights of the Butterfly
Looking at the butterflies dancing decoratively divine
Their wings tickle & flutter the acoustical ambient air
Enthralled by their ethereal beauty as they intertwine
My eyes drawn to infinity in a pensive peaceful prayer
Butterflies within the morning seductive seclusive sun
Melodies of motion that move the silent secular heart
Blissful flights at depleting dawn have magically begun
Shamanist symphonies surrounding served ala carte
Exhibits of eternal etchings amidst a life aching archaic
They too can achieve upon flights of dimensional dance
Wondering works of ancestral art of a masters mosaic
For I sit amongst the daffodils and watch as they prance
My heart fulfilled with love as they float gracefully away
For the rewarding genial gestures thus exist as they play.
Oct.19.2018
ZEN Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
N/A for contest
When you cross colors with you, color bleeds right through.
You then become an image.
Imagine that…
Is black considered as bad?
White is surely lesser more.
Fore-why wonder-what for—
Soar ecliptic in response to…; to who do you?
Too whom…?
Who what wonder for why colors bleed through our inner core?
Pour hearts out, floor core heart…; without doubt.
I prefer contextual words. Pictures seem to be the more for lesser is board.
On the exterior is judged by an individual, seclusive interior.
Some feel better than you, for manly man me feels subconscious; inferior.
Devolution is taking its place; right in plain sight of personal face. Lied to for you…
Lied to for whom!?
Do what-wonder you do.
Any color blind mind settles for lesser more few.
What’s a matter with you?
Blame him.
Blame her.
Cuff her up and label him enslaved by disclaimer.
Hate me.
For not hate you-You-and-YoU!
It’s your fault.
It is not mine.
Together our hearts explode when such stigmatic colors kalide.
-Ironic Zinc
inspired by El Dub’s Picture perfect post.
2016
Hands down, the sleeper
Sits on a seclusive seat of hope:
Aging lips survey a feast
With disdain, and crust at the
Hair peach crying out for barber Enamel
Atop its push-up chair of
Amethyst and scarlet.
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