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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
 ~Butterfly Promises~ Mornings have always been the hardest, waking without the anticipation of you. With you, each orange glow sunrise was equal to a seasons change. Waking to your emerald promise was like rising to perpetual spring. Each new rose washed dawn of you was my soul's renewal. The nights haven't been any easier. The jade moon just hasn't hung in my ebony sky quite the same. I know it misses you as much as I do. For you loved the night most of all. Midnight's mist of cool silence fell upon you like a healing breath of solace and quiet comfort. The silver promise of the stars caressed your scars, and for a while, in the unfolding of darkness, you knew peace. God how I miss the way you filled my nights with lyric and rhyme. The way you made the music resonate off the stars and sprinkle down on me like fairy dust, playing my heartstrings with the same slender, stroking, fingers that enchanted the piano keys. And oh how I miss your smoky voice. The way you rocked me gently to sleep with lullabies of poetry, tucking me in beneath silk sheets of cadenced content. That's what I miss the most of all, the contentment that came from your company. The completion I found as a woman, in just listening to you breathe as you slept. The seasons have come and gone now for almost two full cycles since you took merciful flight. Summer's magenta heat must eventually give way to fall's crisp anticipation and glorious color. Indian summer's golden grace will be ushered in soon on a yellow harvest moon. Autumns arrival is promised, and only nature is this constant and keeps all her promises. Summer's heat hangs on almost angrily, not yet ready to give up her fiery reign. Still, even she cannot deny the subtle signs. The Oak tree's leaves have already begun to rust. Autumn sends her invitation of change, delivered on velvet winged messengers of things to come. I have quietly watched them for several weeks now. The Monarchs have begun their whispered migration. Their sudden, abundant, orange presence is nature's promise of the next season's gifts. As I sit here on my porch of morning, watching the marigold sun crest the horizon, I ache in the knowing confess that I have not kept my butterfly promises. And I also know it is not a coincidence that all my soul searching of late should coincide with the Monarch's journey towards unending warmth. Like so many times before, when I am the most lost, you send me a sign, offer me a path to follow. I no longer question this magic, nor look for the logic. For love needs no reason, needs no logical explanations, no need to ask the how or whys of your little miracles. Like how on this morn, my flower beds are lifting with winged fluttering. As I sat there among the Zinnia's color burst rainbow, I was almost expecting this, expecting you. So when that one Monarch floated towards me, then touched down on the rim of my mug ... I smiled and then held my breath, trying to hold on to this moment of you. As it rested there, inhaling the raspberry nectar, opening and closing its fragile wings in perfect orchestrated slow motion, I could hear your whispers upon the wind. Reminding me of what I have lost sight of ... I have been holding my breath for far too long now. "Butterflies are meant to be free" As I raised the mug up, the morn's humid breeze lifted your messenger, returning it to its journey of instinct. And I know once again ... you have given me destination. Janet Marie *for DeVante', with my unending love, and my return to keeping our butterfly promises. 7/14/01 7:45 am  Feels like Im dancin with truth and wisdom Precious rhythm you are my guide These days are sacred, my heart is humble Oh warrior show me thy light [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 08-16-2001).] |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Summer's magenta heat must eventually give way to fall's crisp anticipation and glorious color. Indian summer's golden grace will be ushered in soon on a yellow harvest moon. Autumns arrival is promised, and only nature is this constant and keeps all her promises. Summer's heat hangs on almost angrily, not yet ready to give up her fiery reign. Still, even she cannot deny the subtle signs. The Oak tree's leaves have already begun to rust. Autumn sends her invitation of change, delivered on velvet winged messengers of things to come. I have quietly watched them for several weeks now. The Monarchs have begun their whispered migration. Their sudden, abundant, orange presence is nature's promise of the next season's gifts. As I sit here on my porch of morning, watching the marigold sun crest the horizon, I ache in the knowing confess that I have not kept my butterfly promises. And I also know it is not a coincidence that all my soul searching of late should coincide with the Monarch's journey towards unending warmth. +++ Yes, Moth....you are indeed keeping your promises, you just need little reminders that you are flying higher than you think you are... consider this a reminder.... DeVante is smiling.... so am I... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I started to pick out the lines I liked most...and found they all fit so closely togethr I couldn't..so I will say it all is lovely. Very very nicely done... and I am sure...it is appreciated |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Janet Marie--I have no doubt that you have seen and felt the heart of another dimension. Your mind is open to the listening. From the porch of your morning may you find peace. Hugs! |
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Flutterwings Member
since 2001-07-10
Posts 288Maine |
Intense, captivating, vivid write. Filled with much passion and promises... The beauty and wonder of the butterfly shows in every word.  Kudos! Love and peace Maggie ((~.~)) |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
My dear Janet, this is one of the most potent and powerful pieces you have ever wrote. I just loved the part about the butterfly landing on the mug... I think I held my breath too, in living in your words...  Bravo Browneye's. Parker |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
JM, Your words launched me like that butterfly on your raspberry tea, gave me sustenance for my journey to the sea. Just knowing what you wrote can be. I circle you to fly in the radiance of your love. And take pleasure in its existance. Bless you for being my Tinkerbell. Winkiewinkie. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Oh Jan...now I am typing through tears--I know this was not written for my situation, but it's like you gave my mother's grief a voice that I can understand. Hugs to you, and thank you for being a mirror for ME this time. Love you. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Indian summer's golden grace will be ushered in soon on a yellow harvest moon. Autumns arrival is promised, and only nature is this constant and keeps all her promises. Summer's heat hangs on almost angrily, not yet ready to give up her fiery reign. Still, even she cannot deny the subtle signs. The Oak tree's leaves have already begun to rust. Autumn sends her invitation of change, delivered on velvet winged messengers of things to come. I have quietly watched them for several weeks now. The Monarchs have begun their whispered migration. Their sudden, abundant, orange presence is nature's promise of the next season's gifts. As I sit here on my porch of morning, watching the marigold sun crest the horizon, I ache in the knowing confess that I have not kept my butterfly promises. ====== A little butterfly told me that you had written a free verse piece so I had come here and read it, And may I say that butterfly was right that I would love this, I love every line, the emotions running through them are classic Jan Marie butterfly songs filled with warmth, hope and a touch of sadness…. Genuine real emotions.. but I picked the above bit because damn there are some amazing images there. You know how I go weepy over imagery and metaphors. Well you painted this scene in gentle Technicolor. That is what I love about reading your poetry it keeps getting better and better and at the centre of it beats a heart of gold. Jan we both know De Vante will love this, I am sure he was at your side as you wrote this smiling. You are soaring ever higher butterful poetess. "Here I am in prison,here I am with a ball and chain There is whiskey in the jar-o" Traditional irish song. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
JanetMarie~ Oh ... you promised the hope would be there in your next poem ... and it is ~ How kaliedoscopic your thoughts turned in my day~ I felt the very presence of every word. Each image fluttered on delicate winging~  HUGS You have touched my day with beauty, and I thank you for sharing your promise. Much love~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
 Let me first share something that poem doesnt tell you... yes this really happened..on the date and time mentioned... In my time with this amazing man, these kinds of "coincidences" would happen all the time...for example songs that we had dedicated to each other..would come on when needed most. Lost poems and letters were found on loved ones birthdays...and so on. On this morn...the mug I was using...was a gift from fellow poet and dear friend ... "butterflies dont cry" How perfect and cool is that ... way cool   Deca...thank you my dear, wise eyed one...and believe this... I am smiling right back at you.  Cpat Hair .. thank you very much for your wonderful, gracious compliments...I appreciate them much Martie...thank you sweets...and trust me...I have found that peace and it comes from his love. Hugs right back at you!! Flutterwings...thank you very much for your lovely compliments...love your name by the way P-man ... I thank you much, coming from a fellow poet whose work I respect so much..your praise means a lot... thank you for always seeing him in my words Sy-babes...you are my sweet winkie Stinky... thank you so much for this BEAUTIFUL reply, thru your eyes..I can fly. love you too Sen ... youre very very welcome baby...and you know how long its taken me to get here...but time does help heal and its all part of a process of learning to celebrate the love and not get lost in the loss. love you KA Brian .. HEY YOU Thank you wont touch this ~Beautiful~ reply Bri,if I could get my hands on ya Id hug the Irish out of ya thank you for such high praise..and if I made YOU weepy with an image or metaphor then I know Im doing something right but as I have said so many times before..I dont write these...I merely hold the pen so that he may flow on thru Margie... Im smiling at you...and yes sweetie...I promised hope...because I have been finding it again...and once I reopened my eyes and heart to the light...my butterfly muse returns bringing back my spirit. thank you for being you...youre the best  ** the picture used on the poem is not done justice formatted to fit on the thread... here it is in full glory http://wsphotofews.excite.com/012/nz/k3/lg/jw79820.jpg Feels like Im dancin with truth and wisdom Precious rhythm you are my guide These days are sacred, my heart is humble Oh warrior show me thy light [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 08-16-2001).] |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
quote: This is why he loved you so.... well done, Little One... |
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SmittenKitten Senior Member
since 2001-06-20
Posts 1131where the sky and horizon meet |
Oh Janet Marie....this is beautiful. I wish I could think of something profound to enough to say to do this justice but I really have no words! And I'm no good at profoundness I absolutely love the images as well. I'll come back later when I have more time and save them!~Krista "Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
 you already know how I love this one, and the peace it brings.... Lauren |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I cannot pick a favorite part I tried, as every word and metaphor is exactly where it should be and cannot be separated from the whole. This was an absolutely stunning piece of natural writing. I believe you are correct in saying sometimes we don't write but just hold the pen. When you stop asking the questions why "things" are heard or occur that is when the healing, feeling, hope, and love in pure form truly surface. I see you are there! This was phenominal as was the art you chose to accompany the poem, I truly wish to acknowledge a perfect piece of writing at its finest JM, flawless. |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
you know how I feel, there is no need for words...very gentle and tender smile to the one that flies |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Waking to your emerald promise was like rising to perpetual spring. Each new rose washed dawn of you was my soul's renewal ************* The above lines really strike a chord of harmony and peace with life and reminds us that life should never be endured alone. ************* Autumns arrival is promised, and only nature is this constant and keeps all her promises. Summer's heat hangs on almost angrily, not yet ready to give up her fiery reign. Still, even she cannot deny the subtle signs. The Oak tree's leaves have already begun to rust. ************** Then there is the awesome imagery that explodes in the realization that the gifts of nature will lend and take what they must to get our attention. Really love the way you portray the power and the beauty as one. ************** As I sit here on my porch of morning, watching the marigold sun crest the horizon, I ache in the knowing confess that I have not kept my butterfly promises. And I also know it is not a coincidence that all my soul searching of late should coincide with the Monarch's journey towards unending warmth *********** Well, this is the base of the emotion and the struggle all rolled up into one and you bring it to the fore-front very vividly in both imagery and feeling. Way cool free-verse my dear friend and of course you know I love it when you do one. I still think you should do more of them, but hey, since when did you listen anyway? LOL "Ride The White Buffalo" The poem flow majestically and the power of your heart spills out so naturally in free-verse. I truelly loved the imagery and you know that but most of all...........I LOVE THAT YOU ARE "CELEBRATING" once again and keeping your promise to him. Wonderful doesn't cover the write so let's just say it is a "groovy" :goofy" for sure. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
God how I miss the way you filled my nights with lyric and rhyme. The way you made the music resonate off the stars and sprinkle down on me like fairy dust, playing my heartstrings with the same slender, stroking, fingers that enchanted the piano keys. And oh how I miss your smoky voice. The way you rocked me gently to sleep with lullabies of poetry, tucking me in beneath silk sheets of cadenced content. That's what I miss the most of all, the contentment that came from your company. The completion I found as a woman, in just listening to you breathe as you slept. Oh Janet, you wrote my heart today. This is touching, thank you for such beauty. On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
you take me to the moment, you let me feel your heart, the love, that wistful smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, watching the butterfly take flight once again, & the smell of raspberry tea.....you know I love this. You know. Hugs, Susan"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream" |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
 Lady...you honor and humble me...and see me thru kind eyes of acceptance... thank you very much for that. SmittenKitten...trust me your wonderful reply was more than "profound" enough.. it was sincere and sweet and thats all anyone can ask for. Lauren...so very good to find you here...I miss you dear lady..and yes... I KNOW that YOU KNOW....and theres much quiet comfort in that sharing. Sharon....your reply knocks the wind out of me..thank you very very much for such high praise and encouragement...as I told you...Im still learning to be comfortable writing free verse...rhyme is my first love and instinct...so your wonderful reply is a poetic boost. Thanks again Logan..yes I do know...and the gift of the poem says all that need be...except of course my humble thanks to you oh wise one Mark....thank you for letting me see the poem thru your eyes....for it is your eyes and vision that have taught me how to see the beauty that so many miss...thank you Mark for all your support during this time of moth purging...I know its not been easy... but you stuck it out...and yes...WE celebrate him again and yeppers thats GROOVY thank you MC love ya my friend GS...Im touched by your sweet reply...and thank you for allowing my words to connect and touch you. Sea....yes I know and I thank you for always seeing the magic of him in my poetry and always being so encouraging and accepting of my work... and yep..had to be raspberry tea nectar of goddesses thank you groovy girl THANK YOU ALL for these amazing replies my love to poetry land jm Feels like Im dancin with truth and wisdom |
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Dee Member Elite
since 2000-08-19
Posts 2330Queensland, Australia |
Janet, what a beautiful and touching story you have woven again. I love the contemplative mood of it.Take care, Dee I wish you every happiness and may you always have the best of the good things in life. a brand |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Janet Marie~ You always touch my soul just a little deeper when you write with Devante in your heart and weaving with your soul...This time of year when the sky is awash with the wings of butterflies I can't help but think of him and the beauty of the moments spent sharing your memories. He inspires such beautiful poetry in you baby..and the promises have been kept beyond measure. I know that he was a driving force in our friendship becoming what it has...the butterfly dance on your cup once again proves that to me...Love you sweets..this is an amazing display of poetry....and love~ |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"God how I miss the way you filled my nights with lyric and rhyme. The way you made the music resonate off the stars and sprinkle down on me like fairy dust, playing my heartstrings with the same slender, stroking, fingers that enchanted the piano keys. And oh how I miss your smoky voice. The way you rocked me gently to sleep with lullabies of poetry, tucking me in beneath silk sheets of cadenced content. That's what I miss the most of all, the contentment that came from your company. The completion I found as a woman, in just listening to you breathe as you slept." The depth and feelings your bring out through this emotive piece are astounding JM. I am constantly uplifted by reading your words and description of this tender soul who touches your heart so. This read so fluidly ... a gentle whisper of remembrance, with such a lovely inspirational visual. I could picture you there perfectly as you described your messanger gently fluttering on your cup ... just beautiful! Best wishes and hugs, /Kit |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Oh Janny what a most devine write. So soft and tender, beautiful and longing. fantastic write hon  ~HUGS~ Tracie Love is the life of the soul... |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Oh, this touched me so much. Only you can write something as beautifully powerful as this. It may sound trite or insincere, but, I know in my heart, that your butterfly smiles down upon you in heaven, and when you feel a wisp of wind from nowhere on a Spring day, it is his wings reminding you that he loves you Take care sweet poetess Melissa~ "Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Janet Marie, I've been absent from here far too long, but when I do get here i find this perfectly divine write from you. Wonderful writing as always you have a great gift. I'm sure he is with you always. Take care of your memories keep them watered with the hope of love. All of this is so utterly breathtakingly lovely, I adored it all. Truly a great verse. love and warm hugs Mushy I've definitely been away too long Take back the hope you gave,- I claim |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
'The jade moon just hasn't hung in my ebony sky quite the same. I know it misses you as much as I do. For you loved the night most of all. Midnight's mist of cool silence fell upon you like a healing breath of solace and quiet comfort.' 'I could hear your whispers upon the wind. Reminding me of what I have lost sight of ... I have been holding my breath for far too long now. "Butterflies are meant to be free" As I raised the mug up, the morn's humid breeze lifted your messenger, returning it to its journey of instinct. And I know once again ... you have given me destination.' I know cool is not a proper way to compliment this, J...but the images in my mind with these incomparable verses were as vivid as I've ever had...you've got such a way of describing moments and heart-changing incidents that I felt as if I were watching it all unfold right in front of me...well, needless to say, girlie, this is an absolutely brilliant work of art...and, for the record, your free verse rocks...  ...love it, J...k  can I see my world without you in it? |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
 Dee...thank you so much for all your consistant support and encouragement, your love of poetry is evident in all your wonderful replies Holly...well me girlie...what can I say...you have always felt him right along with me and this was made even more cool that it would be the mug you gave me and the very cool intend in the message behind your screen name, once again he lets me know where I need to be. Thank you for always sharing and understanding my many butterfly moods. love you girlie Kit ... your replies are have a way of lighting up the room...thank you so much for your generous and accepting compliments....and the verse you chose is my fave... (great minds think alike) thanks so much Kit-gator Melis...trust me sweetie..nothing you said sounded "trite or insincere".. your words and compliments honor and humble me ...and I KNOW the sincerety of them, the beautiful gifts of poetry you have shared with me prove that!! thank you very very much sweets Marsha ... thank you so much, its good to see you back, thank you for the wonderful compliments Kris ... well thank you so much girlie ... I consider that high praise coming from one who does free verse and imagery so very well... and hey "cool" is a groovy reply and yeah..even tho my first love and instinct is to rhyme, writing unrestrained like this was a great release. Thank you frostbootie  thank you all for these amazing replies.  Feels like Im dancin with truth and wisdom |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Wanted to add this to my library so SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP... here it goes. No comments from the "MOTH" please. I know the color of my hair. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Mornings have always been the hardest, waking without the anticipation of you. In all honesty, a poem of this length usually tries my attention span but I was hooked by the first two lines... and never once dissapointed. This took my breath. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Mark...thank you for adding this to your library, Im sure Im in good company...and what moth comments? for that matter what hair? Duncan....thank you very much...that is one of the best compliments one poet can give another. I know this is long...somethings simply cant be expressed with succinctity and done justice... thanks for taking the time to read this, I appreciate it much jm [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 08-22-2001).] |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I felt like "feeling" something I read tonight, and knew just where I had to come. Thank you Mothy One, you are truly just amazing! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Sharon... thank you so much for bringing this one back up...I needed to read it again myself as a reminder of things I should always hold close and strive for. I miss writing like this...but have come to understand the reasons for letting go...still the level of inspiration was always so amazing to feel when the butterfly muse spoke to me..and then there is always the magic of timing...you bumped this poem today...and earlier my back yard was full of Monarchs, seems theyve begun their migration earlier than usual. *smile*  I tried to find that pic again, that was posted originally... I'll have to see if I can get it back on the thread... and maybe spend some time editing the poem too... it needs some serious work on the line breaks.. its never easy reading our older work is it? lol Lord my muse is always so long winded...lol thank you for finding this one again.  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
check your email. I can't wait to see what you do with this - can it even get any better? |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh my, JM I am nearly speechless from the sheer beauty of this |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
~Butterfly Promises~ Mornings have always been the hardest, waking without the anticipation of you. With you, each orange glow sunrise was equal to a seasons change. Waking to your emerald presence was like rising to perpetual spring. Each new rose washed dawn of you was my soul's renewal. The nights haven't been any easier, the jade moon just hasn't hung in my ebony sky quite the same. I know it misses you as much as I do ... (You loved the night most of all) Midnights mist of silence fell upon you with a healing breath of solace, the silver promise of the stars caressed your scars ... and in the unfolding of darkness, you finally knew peace. God how I miss the way you filled my nights with lyric and rhyme. You made the music resonate off the stars ... playing my heartstrings with the same slender, stroking, fingers that enchanted your beloved piano keys. And oh how I miss your smoky voice ... the way you persuaded me with poetry, captivating me with cadenced content. That's what I miss the most of all ... the contentment that came from your company. The completion I found as a woman in just listening to you breathe as you slept. The seasons have come and gone now for almost two full cycles since you took merciful flight. Summer's magenta heat must eventually surrender to fall's crisp anticipation and glorious color ... Indian summer's golden grace will be ushered in soon on a yellow harvest moon, Autumns arrival is assured. Only nature is this constant, keeping all her promises ... Autumn sends her invitation of change, delivered on velvet winged messengers, speaking of things to come. I have quietly watched them for several weeks now ... The Monarchs have begun their whispered migration, their sudden, abundant, orange presence is nature's guarantee of the next season's gifts. As I sit here on my porch of morning, watching the marigold sun crest the horizon, I ache in confess that I have not kept my butterfly promises. I also know it is not a coincidence that my soul searching should coincide with the Monarch's journey towards unending warmth. Like so many times before, when I am the most lost ... you send me a sign, offering me a path to follow. I no longer question this magic, nor look for the logic. For love needs no reason, no logical explanations, no need to ask the how or whys of your little miracles. Like how my flower beds are lifting with winged fluttering. As I sat here among the Zinnia's color burst rainbow, I was almost expecting this ... expecting you. So when that one Monarch floated towards me, then touched down on the rim of my mug ... I smiled and then held my breath, trying to hold on to this moment of you. As it rested, opening and closing its fragile wings in perfect orchestrated slow motion, I could hear your whispers upon the winds ... reminding me of all that I have lost sight of. I have been holding my breath for far too long now. "Butterflies are meant to be free" As I raised the mug up, the morn's humid breeze lifted your messenger, returning to its journey of instinct. And I know once again ... you have given me destination. ~~~~~~~~~ *sigh* ... Even back then, I wasnt happy with the line breaks of this..Still, I didnt want to totally rewrite it, as the words always came from another time and place and I dont think I should touch that...(I did take out a few lines and now glaring cliches} but I wanted to restructure it in a more poetic presentation than those previous blocky big verses....yet all I did was make it longer. ah well.... succinctity will never be my strong suite. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sharon... thank you again. Kacy ... thank you dear one to both of you.thank you Vante... always. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Janet Marie, I am so pleased that this has come up again. It so deserves to be read by all and to be reread by those who have in the past. You have a special touch and the loved you shared was special. Somehow I have not been able to express those feelings and it does me good to read yours. Thank you, martyjo |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Exactly! That is the reason! For those unable to show that love, you do it for us! I could never put my finger on what it was before until it was in print! The re-work is better you're right, but then what do I know of line breaks I think tonight I shall dust off some more goodies. These are gems needing a light. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I woke this morning with a Willow ache, and knew just where to come to wallow in it - yup I did, and now I am a mess but a good kind of mess, yanno? Sometimes the promises we keep seem broken but in fact they are only mending. |
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