Butterflies of Love

BUTTERFLIES OF LOVE

Why does unfaithfulness
come to ones you've sworn to love?
Does one fall out of love,
or were they never in love at all?
Till death us do part are the sacred words,
but some can't stay true to the vow.
Maybe it was lust and not true love,
or maybe the love of butterflies
beating a tempo inside the chest is the feeling you've come to love?
But when the graceful wings are gone,
so, too, is the love,
or are we really meant for one person,
does God offer contingency
for those who are unsure?
Are soul mates made up by poets
to describe an unending bond,
or are we really destined to mate our cosmic love?
Sometimes the butterflies are truly missed,
beating inside my chest,
but I've found my one true love
and though we didn't start out together,
the hand of fate stepped in
and now we're wedded soul mates
until the blissful end.

Reflections

REFLECTIONS

The mirrors turn in,
reflecting past sins, grievances,
showing hallow ghosts of shining hopes and dreams,
with no way to keep at bay the dark and sorted nightmares.
Does the Bogey man exist
like beings of daytime hours;
or is he like the man in the moon,
only showing when a cycle is full?
Creeping darkness under the bed,
or a slightly cracked closet door
scaring even dust bunnies away
like particles dancing in a sun beam.
The stars may sparkle to mimick a diamond
with all its Teflon facets,
and waves may ripple the water surface
like warbles upon the glass.
Hopes and dreams are shared
with those closest to our heart
wishing for a brighter way
to end this foolish slump.

Bubble of Isolation

(Photo from The Strycher)

BUBBLE OF ISOLATION

When a soul is being ripped apart,
feelings and emotions come oozing through the cracks and are
reflected in loved one's eyes.
Staining, tainting, begging for release,
lost in a swirling world of misery.
Locked in a bubble of isolation, growing with each passing day,
suffocating depression, clawing a deeper hold,
stifling, swallowing the last ounce of happiness.
Make it stop, push the magic button to make things alright.
The disconnected brain and the parallel heart,
each traveling the same road;
only - what's the problem, what went wrong?
Desolation fills the empty soul and baths the aura in bleakness and torment,
never giving up, never giving in.
Intelligent enough to know better
but unable to stop the pain devouring all hope.

Full Moon Fever

(Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit" - Jim's Photography can be found at Picasa and Fotothing)

FULL MOON FEVER

Full moon fever,
On a Friday night;
Brings the crazies,
into the light.

Blinding light,
in the darkness prey;
Will steal the sight,
And light of day.

Be still my heart,
Locked away in love,
You're not so smart,
With powers' glove.

Give me a pass,
Just once would you please;
Leave me still on the grass,
And down low on my knees.

So werewolf in kind,
Gathered 'round in the wood;
Will each link their minds,
As they draw up their hoods.

Prompt for Pictures-Poetry-Prose

Jade-Go-Round

(Photo by Dan Felstead)

JADE-GO-ROUND

"Come on, you silly goose," laughed Devan, "you'll have fun. I promise." Devan had Jade's dainty hand clasped in his larger hand as was pulling her toward the carnival carousal.

"Don't tell me you've never ridden a merry-go-round. What've you been doing, living under a rock?" His fresh face glowed with excitement as he flashed his famous white smile. Devan never failed to attract the attention of men and women alike. He was born with the looks of natural beauty and he had the personality to go along with it. He was the typical boy-next-door and it never ceased to amaze Jade what a good friend he had turned into.

Since arriving on Earth a little over a year ago, Jade had acclimated herself into life on Earth with remarkably few problems. Michael had been her first friend and they continued to share a studio apartment. But Devan, Devan was just a joy to be around.

"Step right up, step right up - come on young man, take the little lady for a ride." The carousal operator looked like a rough neck from the wrong side of the tracks with his slick, greasy hair and three day face stubble. Devan pulled Jade up to him and handed him two tickets.

"Step right up, little lady, no waiting. Just pick the horse of your choice."

Devan tugged her hand and Jade stepped up on the platform. Surrounded by dozens of carousal horses, she felt overwhelmed with emotions. During all her preparations for her mission to Earth, the Elders of Jadocon had never shown her anything like this monstrosity of fake horses.

"Come on Jade, pick a horse," said Devan.

"I don't know, Dev," she replied with a quiver in her voice.

"Well, you're not backing out now," and he scooped her up in his muscular arms and seated her on the closest horse. Jade clung to the brass pole connecting the brown and white horse to the platform. Devan hopped on the black horse right next to her.

"See - nothing to be afraid of," he laughed.

When the carousal started to move, Jade cried out and hugged the pole even tighter. The horse started moving up and down and the music started to play.

Then something amazing happened, Jade started to enjoy herself. Realizing she wasn't going to fall off, she let herself relax. Then she started to laugh and her smile mirrored a crescent moon.

Devan looked over at Jade and thought he had never seen anyone as beautiful as the mysterious girl beside him. Blond hair wildly blowing in the breeze, dark eyes sparkling, infectious laughter pouring from her lush lips, he knew there was no one on Earth to compare to her.

Unfortunately, Devan would never know how close to the truth he had come.

Eye See

(Photo Collage by Abby)

EYE SEE

I see you every morning when you awake
I see you fixing your lunch and preparing for work
I see you when you kiss me goodbye, wishing me a good day

I see you every afternoon as I look around our comfortable home
I see you even when you aren't here
I see you when you call with the 30 minute warning as I prepare our supper

I see you with a happy heart when you finally arrive for the night
I see you as you relish your meal and settle in for the evening
I see you as we share our day, sometimes in words or in comfortable silence

I see you as we call it a night, express our love and head for bed
I see you in my fractured dreams, you're always on my mind
I see your essence, I see your heart, my eyes can see your love

Rocky Birthday

One of my Facebook friends made me this for my birthday, so I had to share it with my bloggy friends. And yes, that is my Facebook profile picture in the center. Enjoy!

Novel - T

To take my mind off the bad mood (my foot is killing me) I'm in, here are some quotes from my favorite novelty T-shirts:

• Put on your big girl panties and deal with it!
• Under house arrest…(you don’t see me here)
• I’m not fluent in Idiot, so please speak very slowly to me
• Do I look like a friggin’ people person?
• Restraining orders are just another way of saying “I love you”
• Revenge – the reason I get up each day
• You know what your problem is … you’re stupid!
• I hear voices and they don’t like you
• I don’t discriminate – I hate everyone
• Practice safe sex – go fuck yourself
• Talk nerdy to me
• Are you trying to piss me off?
• You have my complete attention … until something better comes along
• Heaven doesn’t want me and Hell is afraid you’ll take over
• Everyone is entitled to be stupid … but you are abusing the privilege
• I’m not ignoring you – you’re just not worth noticing
• Some people just don’t know how to drive – I call these people “Everyone but me.”
• Your ridiculous opinion has been duly noted
• Strangers have the best candy
• If I throw a stick, will you go away?
• I don’t suffer from insanity … I enjoy every minute of it
• Does it look like I care?
• I reach my goal by lower my standards
• …And your whiny, crybaby opinion would be?
• You're like a wedgie that won’t go away.
• I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed person

What's Growing in the Herb Garden?

This week, it's Dill ... check out my article on Dill at Examiner.Com.

The Harrodsport Chronicles

(Photo by Simply Heather)
(This picture prompted an additional scene near the beginning of the young adult book I'm working on, The Harrodsport Chronicles.)


The Harrodsport Chronicles

Charlie stood on the porch and looked at the old oak door. The door knob was small and ornate like something from the Victorian era. Was that a wolf delicately engraved in the knob? No, it's just something that looks like a wolf - the rest of the ironwork is too fancy for it to be something as crude as a wolf.

Charlie glanced behind her as the social worker and the chauffeur were removing the suitcases from the trunk of the limousine. In the background she could still see the trees which lined the long curvy driveway from the main road. She knew the ocean was close because she could hear the waves crashing, but the treeline obscured the view.

Turning back to the door, she raised her tiny hand to knock on the heavy door, but at the same moment, the golden oak door swung open to reveal an older, petite woman with striking black hair.

"Welcome to Rosewood Manor, Charlene! I'm your Aunt Elizabeth. We've been waiting a long time to meet you."

Dan's Mack Truck

(Photo by Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixels Narratives)

This photo gives a whole new meaning to the saying:

"I feel like I was run over by a Mack truck!"

Naked Ladies

One of my favorite lilies is currently in bloom in the Bluegrass - Magic Lilies or Naked Ladies. Check out my new article on Examiner.com.

The Gnome and the Faerie

Down by the lonely watering hole sat a Gnome, resting against a tree with his hat in his lap taking a quiet nap. It had been a long morning in the garden and after tugging and pulling on weed after weed, the Gnome was utterly exhausted. In his dreams fluttered visions of cake and ice cream, an appropriate reward for a hard working Gnome.

Suddenly, the Gnome jolted awake and with groggy eyes, searched his surroundings for the source of the disruption that disturbed his nap. Marigolds to the left of him, Pansies to the right and wave after wave of Daisies in front of him, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“Hmmm,” he thought. “Wonder what woke me up?” Determining nothing was a rye; he slumped back against the tree and closed his eyes again.

“Ah hum,” said a small voice.

The Gnome literally jumped out of his skin and in the blink of any eye was standing on his two stout feet and shouting, “Who’s there?”

“I did,” said a tiny voice coming from under a weeping Japanese maple tree.

“Come out where I can see your face, right this minute,” said the Gnome.

“I’m here,” said the voice. A miniature Faerie stepped out from under the tree and looked up at the towering Gnome.

The Gnome looked at the Faerie and then bent over with his nose almost touching the ground in order to get a better look.

“Well, hello little Faerie. Where did you come from?”

“It’s a long story, but I could sure use your help,” said the Faerie.
The Gnome lowered his outstretched hand to the Faerie and she took a tentative step toward it. “You won’t eat me, will you Mr. Gnome?” He could hear the quiver in her voice.

“Of course not, gentle Faerie. I am a friend to all nature’s beings. I just want to bring you up to eye level so we can converse.” He gave the Faerie a small and continued to hold his hand very still.

With only a slight hesitation, the Faerie walked onto the Gnome’s hand and wrapped her slender arms around his thumb.

To be continued ...

The Creeper Vine

The Creeper Vine

As I lay in bed, drifting between the layers of sleep and dream, I felt something tickle my nose. At first I thought it was part of a dream - tickle, tickle; a feather light touch on the end of my nose. Raising my hand as though it were in pea soup, I rubbed a finger over the tips of my nose.

All was right with the world as my body sank deeper and deeper into sleep. Butterflies were floating above a field of wildflowers; yarrow, coneflowers, goldenrod and ironweed. Birds were chirping a delightful little melody that reminded me of Snow White when she sings “Whistle While You Work.” The sky was the clearest blue I had ever seen, sparkling sapphire with large fluffs of white clouds like albino cotton candy from the fair.

Tickle, tickle. There is was again, something creeping into my subconscious and knocking on the door to my dreams. Slowly swimming to the surface, I thought the feathery touch was now on my right cheek. But no, that couldn’t be. The butterflies were too afraid to come near me and I was standing no where near any of the wildflowers. In fact, I was standing in a circular meadow in the middle of the flowery field, knee deep in lush green grass.

Tickle, tickle. I brush my cheek with a limp hand, searching for the intruder disturbing my rest. There, that is much better; now I can return to the meadow in comfort.

Now a fawn is wobbling onto the edge of the meadow, seemingly unaware of me standing before him. Each step is tentative and from the shakiness of his long legs, he can only be a few days old. I wonder where his mother is, but my mind is distracted by the scampering of a squirrel up the walnut tree to my right. A bushy tail is all I glimpse as the squirrel races into an open cavity in the tree’s trunk.

The fawn is now statue still with his nose lifted into the air. I can almost see the smells cross his sense, and I wonder what is about to happen. But I don’t have to wait long as a full grown deer leaps into the meadow, startling the fawn into a defensive crouch. I hold my breath for a brief moment watching the scene before me. Then the fawn stands and walks to his mother before gently sucking her teet.

Tickle, tickle. I look around and see the honey bees busily working the flowers for nectar. Surely they had not come close enough to touch me? ...............

.............. to be continued ...............