A heart can fall like a suicide 
descending shades of midnight
frozen blossoms on an icy lake
a silent  breeze of despair

Let my tongue flirt like 
a butterfly among  
wildflowers
 rather than polish old scars 
de-bride painful wounds

119 thoughts on “Like a Butterfly”

  1. Best advice ever, in wonderfully ornate & fluid poetry form.

    Aside; if your poetry is you speaking – anything, anytime
    Your tongue flirts, beautifully, always!
    I am forever enchanted.
    xoxo

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  8. Deliciously vivid imagery that leaps off the page – ‘frozen blossoms on an icy lake’ alongside ‘a butterfly among wildflowers’; the perfect contrast of melancholy despair and rekindled hope 😀 ❤

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  18. Another beautiful poem dear Holly.. Much better that words float from the tongue softly like butterfly wings, rather than scrape the harshness of wounded stumps of cut trees from forest floors..
    Love and Hugs dear one ❤

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  20. HOLLY–this a marked change from your usual fare….superb….but a marked change. Is everything okay with you? but I do like your handling of this new style. Answer via email, if that would ease things for you. LOVE YA HOLLY (all your fans must be saying that…)! ❤

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    1. Sweet, yes. and a one-way (?) emotional connection. I see where you’re coming from. Therapy poetry? You are on my mind and in my prayers, kid! ❤ Thank you for being on the covid front lines…standing in the breach! 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤

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  21. I never get tired of reading your poetry. In fact, reading it over and over again leaves it as fresh and remarkable as the first read. You are courageous to continue such a noble calling to give aid to those stricken by Covid. My family has been very careful but there were moments with trusted ones in our inner circle when the guard was dropped and the virus was let in. Still, I can see how your presence gives comfort and hope to those feeling like they are living their last days. You, dear Rene, and your poetry are powerful medicine.

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    1. Dan, I hope you are okay and that the kids are ok. Please take good care of yourselves. It’s almost an unsustainable existence in this Covid world and I am praying to all the powers that be for a good vaccine. Don’t go chasing waterfalls stick to Those forests that you love. 🤗

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      1. Your prayers are answered Rene. First, my son and his family fought their way through Covid, then my youngest daughter took a turn. I fell sick shortly after my daughter so we all got tested. The rest of us were negative but I still have something working me over to test my claims of having an iron will and silly putty heart. It is a new kind of fear to see one’s family stalked one by one, self included, by something one can’t detect with the senses. I don’t think Stephen King could write this story with any greater effect. I have basically shut down momentarily, but feel the need to tell a new story. That’s always a good sign. I make a promise. I’ll stick to my beloved forest path if you promise not to surrender a single lumen of light in your bright soul to any dark thing. We are going to be okay. 🤗

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        1. You are strong in body and spirit and I know you will stay strong. there’s that light at the end of the tunnel. I’m so sorry you and yours went/ are going through this. Sending my strongest vibes of all good things out to you !

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          1. Thank you Rene, from all my heart. My strength and spirit is an essence from the kindness and positive light I receive. I found I could not pretend to live in darkness with so much light shared by others. My mother’s uncle told me at my mother’s funeral that cancer wasn’t a big deal after what he had been through. He was wounded on Normandy Beach during WWII. He was shot 7 times and lived, but was in a military hospital for a year before he was healthy enough to be discharged and sent home. He was still only able to sleep on a couch in the living room and he rarely moved from the couch. One day my mother, then 10 years old, was playing with matches behind the couch and caught it on fire. When her uncle woke up from all the screaming, he jumped up and moved the couch out of the house and off the porch while it was ablaze to save the house. This was the event he meant when he said cancer was no big deal after what he had been through. He had left the hospital to attend the funeral, he loved my mother that much. He died shortly after. I never forgot that lesson he taught me. It was the warrior ethos we shared. I was on deployment from Fort Lewis to one of my most difficult assignments, but was delayed five days to go to my mothers funeral in Tallahassee. It was his look into my eyes and his words that got me through my own ordeals. I realized in time what he meant. Do what you have to do, what honor, dignity, and grace requires. It won’t spare you any of the pain or suffering, it will get you through it and nothing ever seems as hard as what you have already been through. You are there on the front lines now and I will pray every day for your safe and healthy return home after your shift. Take care out there 🤗

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          2. Dan that’s such a remarkable story, thank you for sharing it with me. You come from a long line of exceptional people. My own father received a purple heart that is in my possession now. Life is very hard for people right now. They are afraid , they are facing threats of the unknown, this dreaded disease , financial disaster. ( I’m outraged that our president lied by comparing this monster illness to the flu). Sickened actually.
            Take care of yourself and your family , this virus is deadly.

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          3. Thank you Rene. I was fortunate to live within a huge extended family and everyone pitched in to keep the family together through every challenge. Naturally, we little ones were raised with many great examples to follow. That Purple Heart 💜 is the icon of honorable sacrifice. I’m glad you kept it. For us it is the red stripes on our flag. They are inseparable. One cannot exist without the other. Spoiled brats who dodged their duty when duty called don’t make good presidents. How could they when the only duty they recognize is the duty to swath their egos with sycophants. Truth sayers and honorable people aren’t welcomed in the Nation’s Capitol anymore. Your outrage is well founded. I don’t live on pretense. Me and the fam mask up, wash up, and are very selective about what we leave the house for. Still, we have been exposed and sickened when trust overwhelms good sense. My kids have learned the hard way that trust does not mean the rules for good health in a pandemic don’t apply. Such mistakes carry a heavy penalty.

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          4. My heart breaks for our young people, imagine this happening when you or I was 16 or so. When you’re supposed to be having fun, socializing, attending school they are missing out. Here’s to a covid free world soon.
            I hope everyone is well very soon with no after effects.

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          5. I share in your heart break Rene. I do have the same hope you will see the end of it soon. My last born, 5th of her name, Mary Dragon Empress of Cookies and Cream is doing well. Sleep is her friend now. We have weathered everything life has thrown at us and feel we are strong enough to stay a family no matter what. We will do this together and have faith in the everyday acts of kindness we give or accept from others. So far, that has worked for us. We used to say there are no heroes only ordinary people working like the lead dog on a 20 dog sled team. Somebody has to run up front and since we are all tied together, we’ll all follow along. Take care out there Rene and please know we are behind you 100%.

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          6. My thought are with Mary Dragon , we all must stick together and be there for one another. There’s going to be an amazing story coming from all this over at Hyperion , I feel it. Thinking of you and the cookies and cream Empress. 💞

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  27. Your poem is intense and filled with brilliantly crafted images. As your words glimmer on my screen, I feel your poem’s honesty and majesty.

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    1. That’s a lovely thought since I have some very special people who have passed on, I would love to know they visit on the wings a butterfly.
      I am seeing very few butterfly’s this year, actually it seems very quite. I do have my yearly baby bird come to nest in the eaves of my porch. The last two years it was an American Robin but I think this one is Sparrow. Comes at sundown leaves at sun up. 🙂

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