flying through the dimensions of life, my heart beats with anticipation
is today the day, will I finally finish my journey through the seas and over the mountains of the otherworldly planes by which my existence contradicts the very nature of
if the beasts get me, then I am trapped here forever, in a place where I do not belong. An otherworldly fear strikes my like a bolt of electric lighting, my bereavement already begun.
... will I be alone?
Edrylin was barefoot and starving when her mother found her all a fret.
She promptly swooped her up and took her to nurture her with her dragonet.
Her brother Milartu and she learned the wisdom of their caring mother
She knew her days were numbered and they would help each other
Milartu was not easy on his little sister, he wanted her to be strong, this little earth-one.
She was light of foot, and when they fought, he was careful for her abject fierceness was like the sun.
Edrylin although born of the weak, was a trainable-flesh-warrior worthy of a foe.
She was extremely light of foot, and when they fought, Milartu knew she would not fight slow.
When the day of the real battle came, they stood back to back, these magnificent two.
Brother and sister, maybe not forged by the same womb, but raised by a wise dragon who knew…
Fighting the enemies with a terribleness neither understood until that day they had.
When the smoke cleared and the bodies lay in heaps, smoldering, both were extremely glad!
A white piece of paper lies on a blue table
She looks at me out of the corner of her eye
A flock of birds flies into the air
Is it not one but all the same,
That we too want in this love-toss game?
Heart-felt glows and satisfying chatter,
To be atop life with a never-ending ladder.
Pyrite smile holds genuine luster,
Cajoling style with kindred muster,
Macrocosmic, we are, in licit fashion,
Souls by chance with descending passion.
You hear us speak but merely an utter,
Of hopes and dreams and hearts that flutter,
Be it not me, but of better calling,
Yet here in love you find us falling.
I am of guilt and perpetuating blame,
Accept one only flower by that name,
Fitting it may be as I am the stranger,
Eliminating all such unrelated danger.
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Date written: 6/21/2016
shared relationship~food and pollination~tiger lily and butterfly
female democrate~trail blazer in politics~a new president
yellow swallowtail ~butterfly clings to lily~summer drenching rain
barn swallows in flight~gracefully catching insects~sing an Italian Opera
ragged old homeplace ~in process of remodel ~ critters scamper fast
My second line is about battle of the sexes in that President of US is usually considered a man's job..
she tries not to appear COLDLY CYNICAL
her posture is LOOSE and RECEPTIVE
her body pitched PROGRESSIVELY FORWARD
relaxation
no movement at all but the HEAVE of her CHEST
THE ULTIMATE RESISTANCE
vivdictive
maybe shes TOO rigid
A PSYCHOLOGICAL SPECIMEN
getting uncomfortable with her UNCONSCIENCE
GRUMBLED WITH PLEASURE
COMPLICATED TRUTH be known
DISORGANIZED IN GENERAL
EMBARRASSINGLY OBVIOUS
DEDICATION
REST PEACEFULLY
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