Butterfly Weed
Sept Challenge for Literary Group--Native Flower
Butterfly Weed
Ascelpias tuberose is the official name;
It's quite difficult for me to say,
But you can just call it butterfly weed
It's very beautiful either way.
Found all over North America mostly
In rock gardens, and roadsides
Butterflies flock to this lovely herb
For the thick nectar it provides.
Butterfly sanctuaries and gardens covered
With the hearty orange blossom too
To make special places to visit for
The likes of me and you!
Disguise
August Literary challenge to use the following quote in poetry or prose;
"We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to others than in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
Disguise
Washing away my face today, I forgot who I was supposed to be.
Becoming my own tormentor, I forgot what it was to be me.
Allowing judgment of others to form my acceptable societal being
Masking the true person inside that is unparallel to any.
We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to others that
In the end we become disguised to ourselves, but only for an instant.
Because when we truly see our reflection,despite its many flaws,
The sense of self is overwhelmingly clear to you and to us all.
Broken
Such a happy place it used to be
where innocence was free to roam
But evil that has lurked beyond a grasp
has rapidly made itself known
Where laughter was and still should be
Those days are shadowed in the dark
No more a fantasyland for children
No more freedom in the park.
Sometimes their spirit is broken
sometimes they don't survive
Their will is taken from them
with deceit and evil lies.
The horrific pain they must endure
The criminal acts they see
Their trust destroyed in human kind
Their hearts are forced to bleed.
Now close the windows and hush all the fields
And turn away a blind's eye
Or hold out your hand and offer your help
Answer the innocence cry.
Inspired by Jessica Marie Lunsford
and all missing and abused children.
Jessica Lunsford 2/23/05
Updated picture
Found 3/19/05
Man confesses and finally charged 3/18/05
Jessica 10/06/95 to 03/19/05
GODS PROMISE
Like butterflies and waterfalls
Trickling down the rays from heaven
Sending messages of love softly
To let us know Gods will is written
Words we may not want to read
A language we may not understand
Coming to grips with uncertainty
Realizing He is in command
Unanswered questions still remain
Our hearts are still exposed
The loss we feel forever strong
Our loved ones lives transposed
Always just a thought away
Recurring echo’s in the mind
The past it seems revisited
Oh, so many times
A dashing spark against the sun
A tiny light in the night sky
The spontaneous ripple of water
A breeze that brushes by
So many things can make us wonder
About the lives that have been lost
But in our hearts we must remember
Heaven is just a thought across
Our loved ones aren’t too far from us
Even though it seems like forever
Oh wondrous the day we will embrace
The time we are again together.
Let us trust in Gods promise
As we bow our heads and pray
Our precious children are safe for now
We will see them again someday.
A friend is holding a candlelight vigil in memory of her toddler that died and all other lost children and specifically asked me to write something for her to read. Any comments or suggestions are very welcome!!!!! Thanks! This is my comment!
Black Butterfly...
A Poem by Klyn
For my Libby
In a brilliant moment
I saw the wings aflutter
An achromatic being
Without a stall or stutter
With grace of finest silk
Her beauty is divine
Basking in the warm sun
An original design
She’s mine….
Fragile are her wings
But sturdy is her heart
Many a journey to travel
And stories to impart
Learning how to risk
At times she may break
But this is when her wings
Expand and memories she
Will make
Let go…
I keep her nestled inside
My tightly wrapped cocoon
Sharing with her the stars
The sun and then the moon
Afraid of success to a point
She tries hard not to exceed
It’s then she must open her wings
A time that she must leave
Larger Than Life…
And then she'll find her strength
Her wings prepared for flight
I push a little, not too much
To reach the greatest heights
And with each new discovery
She may find upon her way
Splashes of color fulfill her
Soaring freely all the way....
I Pray.
Already There
A Poem by Klyn
I know you think that I don’t know
You think I’m old and worn,But let me tell you little girl
This heart’s been tarred and torn.
You think that I don’t understand;Can’t comprehend your pain,But burrowed in this veteran heart
You’ll find many scars remain.My tongue has tasted bitterness,My tears have run awry;
I’ve prayed to God for comfort
Demanding answers to my “Why?”The odor of disappointmen
I’ve smelled many times before,The feeling of desolation
Eating heartily at my core.
Don’t think for just one minute I haven’t walked the roads you do,I’ve been up and down and all around
More than a mile I’d say; or two.So when you push me away
And say that I don’t care,Just know I’m right here for you
And I was already there.
