Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

shhh

Shhh.
be still.
Curl and breathe,
turn heart's blood rich,
never minding the
tiny mote in the flesh,
so small, but more powerful
than all, a shadow that will fill
and then destroy its fragile cocoon.
Shhh, be still, be perch for dark butterflies.
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an etheree poem for my Witchy BFF.



18 comments:

  1. This is mysterious and grim...def sets the scene. I like your closing line the idea of becoming the perch...

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  2. i like this part: a shadow that will fill and then destroy its fragile cocoon

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  3. Oh, now that was worth taking off your shoes for! ;-)

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  4. ^^^for counting syllables, yes. ;-)

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  5. This is just pitch perfect, Shay. Like everything is holding its breath, sort of like that feeling you get before a storm, when things are wound too tight, and the first clap of thunder is like the door opening to run out and away...I especially love the last lines, the opening 'shhh' is really effective also for drawing the reader in.

    Good thing it's summer, for going barefoot. ;_)Thanks for playing, dear friend.

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  6. there's a kind of a hush all over the world tonight!


    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
    ~ > < } } ( ° > <3

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  7. What could it be, hiding underneath that thin layer of skin? The mind reels!

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  8. "Be perch for dark butterflies" is so beautiful.

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  9. What can I say that hasn't been said...there is beautiful darkness in this.

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  10. The almost oxymoronic image of "dark butterflies" casts a Gothic pall and eeriness over this descriptive scene. Beautiful.

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  11. Ah! Too be a perch for dark butterflies, now that's an art I would like to learn!

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  12. me likee .. especially because its short and i am pressed for time .. been SO damn busy during the week i have been vegetating on weekends ... apologies for being an absentee

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  13. shhhh, trying to listen to your winged words :)

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  14. This is THE perfect poem for Moonbat, beautiful and hard to understand.

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  15. Lovely, dark, and a tad disturbing. Nice :)

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