Apparition of a Butterfly

Apparition of a Butterfly

Upon a fuzzy vista - vision blurred -

I tried to focus; nothing ever solid

Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked

An eye to try again. Through the mist

A coloured hue; polychromatic flames

Had flickered at a whim; a rhythm bore

A thrumming too: a naturalistic hymn.

Behold! Were I to find a synonym to

Reproduce or recreate

The apparition of a butterfly,

Evolving through the waning vapour,

Drawing on a sigh from this romantic.

Glory be! The raging sun above

Had fired his furnace, flaming off

The hangers on. Now I saw the flare:

His time has come. He spread a tortoiseshell:

A scene of Mother Nature at her best.

I lay in peace in knowing I was blessed.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

Woman Suppressed

Photo credit to Preston Surface of Surface & Surface Photography

Stifled

When there were decisions to be made

The woman’s voice was stifled.

When there were opinions to be stated

The woman’s voice was stifled.

When there were rules to be made

The woman’s voice was stifled.

When there were thoughts to be expressed

The woman’s voice was stifled.

When there were ideas to be bandied about

The woman’s voice was stifled.

As if she were faded into the background--unimportant.

Barbara B. Baskin 2010

 

Hope for the Homeless

HOPE

I sit behind the bars wondering what I did to deserve this.
Why am I here? What did I do wrong?
Will I ever find a home?

I hear voices, I see people!
I bark, wagging my tail.
I scream out “Pick me, oh please pick me!”
But just like my luck they pass my pen choosing my friend.

I lay back in my cold, cramped cage.
Would someone come who’d care for me?
Love me?

Days pass by, continued by weeks.
Yet still I’m all alone in this pen.
I give up hope, watching as my friends find homes, yet I’m still here.
All alone.

Footsteps can be heard; they stop near my jail cell.
I look up at the friendly face.
She smiles and says she wants this one.

I jump for joy.
“Oh yes, I’m free!”
She laughs and says, “You’re coming home with me!”

Finally I found a home; sweet home.
Somewhere I can play and roam.
Now I’m happy thanks to her.
I know I’ll show her all I know.
‘Cause I never want to go back there.
Back there where I had no hope.

Rachael Ann Drummond

Alone Time

A Little While

You don't understand me
I don't expect you to
This deep spiritual need I have
Directs me differently than you

I am a soul, born unique
Unusual it's true
And I have needs
That I must meet
To do the things I do

Peace at times
I must have
In order to create
Creation is the air I breathe
With no peace I suffocate

Please don't take offense with me
If at times it seems I hide
And shut the world out
Including you
As there's no offense implied

So let me have this time I plea
To do what I do differently
I will be back to laugh and smile
I just need a little while

-Neva Flores 2009