Wanna-B-utterfly - by Invictus
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life
The earth has a way of reclaiming it's grounds of
Death; cold stagnentation of yesterday.
There are so many beautiful sprouts fisting their way to the surface
with such a presence.
NO FEAR!!!
As I walk through this magical reincarnation of my surroundings
My thoughts are captured by these moments, further than beauty and arbitration.
If I allow myself to flow through the depths of simplicity,
though only just a moment, my peace could quite possibly
grasp the interactions I have, to be more clear.
Things become as complicated as I make them, as if grasping a particular storm...
Refusing to let go...
It dissapates into the clear...
Left standing with only a mirror.
I am one who's nature spawns within a given storm versus the simplistic nature that surrounds
one dear.
There has to be a way the old weathered wounds of yesterday could dissapate as the storm.
I could only then flourish in the beautiful presence I am and see before me today.
For maybe...only then...
I could feel safe to melt the glass surrounding my heart and surrender to the one love in my life
who so patiently and passionately caresses me near.
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Me too, thank you for the sweet comment, k@ri.
Sometimes storms are more comfortable, more familiar.
I agree.... Thank you, Randy!
Time heals all wounds so they say, but soemtimes one is withered and grey by the time it is healed. But love is always there to be rekindled if we can but heal our wounds our selves by letting these troublesome things go. Then the glass is indeed melted to allow the surrender of the soul. Reopen no healed wounds
ralwus- you have the most magnificent way with words and insight! Thank you, very much!
I'm gettting oldt! LOL lessons well learned and not forgotten thanks
:D
butterflies are beautiful creatures so colourful, as your poems are too
Thank you, Brenda, for the lovely comment!
this is lovely. 'weathered wounds of yesterday'. very nice and very uplifting.
Iounn- Thank you very much for the lovely comment!
you have such talent.The picture is so creative.
you are too kind, Dream on, thanks! :)
here we all again.... now that we are organised what do we do
I have a couple of songs and a lot of jubberish in my heaed..oh, the depair Brenda, something sad may leek from my pen. Is that ok?
o.k. go ahead, as long as you can cheer me up if it gets too sad.....
stop that! :) I;m trying to express my aching heart and you just made me smile! Of couse I would be there for you if you were sad.
go on then get scribbling.... are you still feeling like a prune, or have you given up on the swimming.... i am feeling like writing a poem now....
I'll get my pruny self scribbling then.. :) Cool we can both get writing. I've been on dry docks for a bit.
i intend to write all interesting hubs, but get so distracted by certain people and end up writing syrupy sweet lovey dovey things awwwww
I here you...my pen flows much easier when it is about lovey dovey things as well, yet maybe i can show some angles of the cool nights too
why not........ don't expect me to enjoy them as much, but of course i will ALWAYS read them, and get a greater insight to the man.....
:) Thanks Brenda!
lets get writing
Well, alrighty them... :)
cant get my picture up and it is doing my head in really really bad,,,,,,
Ya know, I have not been successful at loading pics on the forums... I would ask Eaglekiwi, she is great at it!
I apologize for not being much help!!
pissed off now, try later
Well, you could ask CC, as well... I so understand it is so frustrating. Maybe I'll try asking later if you have not sorted it out... Trying to get out...still!! lol :)
got out myself, just to get something to eat as i have been on here all day, so cheated and bought a cooked chicken... i am sure you wanted to know that.... ha ha anyone wrote a hub called at home or something and put the picture of my mum and dad up there, whew frustrating this place sometimes isn't it..... in lot's of ways.... what
Thanks for sharing... :) I understand the frustrations too.
It is funny how butterflies are so rare.Some reason I never remember seeing alot of them.Nice poem.
DREAM ON ~ Thanks so much... I hear you! :)
butterfly's and dreamers seem to be everywhere today, cannot get away from them
Hmmmm...I see! :) I love butterflies and dreamers :)Have fun now...
here is the butterfly in the hair.....
this image speaks volumes to me...hehe ~ butterfies are everywhere
I want to be buried in a sponge mat of fertilizer, with an oak seed implanted in my heart, so that my flesh when dissipated will become a tree, a mighty oak, that will stand long after I am dust. great hub....~~MFB III
Ah, that is beautiful, MFB! Thanks for sharing...Happily, I have realigned myself as hoping in this poem.. Thanks for the lovely comments! Always appreciated. :)
felt flying..we are all butterflies, and we pass by a cycle where we feel withered and lost in the storm..but eventually we transform into the beautiful form again..
ah, I'm guessing you're in the beauty again..surrounded by butterflies :)
this is beautiful, thanks for sharing! :)
hey blaise!
Thanks for reading this one...yeah, you describe it well... and yes, I am surrounded by beauty and butterfies... :) a great deal of things have been learned since this was written... Nice to see you.
I surrender to you my earthling host and when I get home to Mars I will tell them about a creative anomaly like you.
I was once trapped in a cocoon but now I am a full grown space-age butterfly myself who listens to Diamanda Galas.
Ready for blast-off ... you will hear from me in another life!!!!
Sweet! Look forward to it, epigramman! Thannks for stopping by. Diamanda Galas, she is a great choice fo listening. =)
k@ri 2 years ago
"I could feel safe to melt the glass surrounding my heart and surrender to the one love in my life"
I wait for this day. Lovely poem!