Catching Life in a Butterfly Net

 

Running though the field of green, yellow, and brown

Hanging in mid air, waiting, waiting, and waiting-----for what?

Throwing my arms, and slinging my net over my shoulder from the ground

What do we wait for? 

What is this thing called life? 

Can’t be a butterfly, can it?

Stumbling, climbing over the ground strewn with boulders

Net in hand, suspense waits for no one

Holding my breath, taught limbs and shoulders

Scratched, I aimlessly thrash about the foliage

Looking, looking, and looking for what this thing is we call life

Swing the net far and wide, make the move, and show the courage

Resurrection

Hop, skip and a jump

Snap

crackle

pop!

The air vibrates -

electricity whistles a tune

come hell or high water

come midnight or noon

no escape the flowing

Joy floods the unknowing

Love soothes

 shapes

 molds to the heart

love pulls

 then tears it apart

Love

hesitates

inundates

translates

to

snap

crackle

pop!

Pleas

Love soars and fills the air, taking its place

in a darkened room

Love travels upward, higher and brighter

until flashing lights illume

Love takes the heart, eager to breathe

wanting to cry

don’t let me go

you and I

Love whole and complete

you hear yourself say

Don’t leave me now

stay somehow stay

Night pulls at the soul

days hang in the balance

voices out loud

this teetering valence



Tears Speak

Down, down across the fullness of the cheek, catching amongst the lines weaving their way down from the eyes, tears fall.  Down.

Into the corners of the mouth, salt gathers, licked away by the tongue, across lips, the edges of time, come down, down, spoken sublime.

Burning the throat, tears fall across centuries of battles, gifts, and strong holds of love, salt laden crystals flow faultless morsels of hurt.

Not dusty nor dry, barren or battered

Tears of love swell with elation about all

Not to be mistaken for hatred.  That matters

Eyes look down, down into the heart, where tears must fall.

Resentment

I mean what I say, when I say goodbye

The roller coaster skims the track

Up

Up one side

Down

 Down the other side

You say not a word, when I say goodbye

I mean what I say, when I say goodbye!

No, I’m back!  I’m back!

Don’t let me come back!

I meant what I said,

Goodbye!

Down, down to the bowels

Up, up to you I fly

skim the track, suspend in air

hovering silhouette

the voice howls

Don’t come back!