a Flounder-ing fish out of water
gills switching to lungs
to breathe in this differentkindof life.

a Squirrel chattering
in space so unknown
echoes of a need reaching oceans'
dolphins, who chatter back the steps
to passion's dance; on land, in air, through fire or water
(reciprocal love), a differentkindof element.

Thoughts: popping in, flitting through, snagging attention
in a differentkindof style..............

I'll more than likely come back to this
on a differentkindof day.

I like it. It's different.

Very nice wench... can't wait to see what you came back to it with, lol.
Thanks for sharing.

a Flounder-ing fish out of water
gills switching to lungs
to breathe in this differentkindof life.

<-can definately relate to that part^^^^^
Thanks for posting my wise friend

(((wench))) Made me smile...

Wench you are so very...

((((wench))))

Ohhhhhhhhhhh I shall await for a differentkindof Nighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtttttt

To a different kind of reflection to see,lol NICE START
and looking forward to looking back.

Thank you LAMom, I knew this came from somewhere.......

Within the Silent Cry:

Deep in the mid western woods,
The cry of a southwestern eagle echoes,
Engulfing the yearning, now given a name.

Deep in the southwestern canyon,
Bouncing off the red rock walls,
The yelp of a mid western badger,
Dances and trills, enticing the flame.

The totems of each
Circle and bow,
Knowing of the impending joining, but not knowing how.
As coyote laughs with his silly dog grin,
Enlarging the circle that love twirls and spins.

Land to Earth
Air to Flight
Dance the Dance
Hear the Cries
Whispers ever so softly
Encircling Mother Earth
Feet of Sand steady pace
Twirling effortlessly
Past,, Present
The Now...

~SIGH~
So glad you went back to this!

Sifting, sorting,
this stays, and this goes.
Oooo, a fuzzy blanket,
to snuggle ones' toes.

A huge cup from day's of old,
the memories of daughter's graduation
never grow cold.

A picture of a bear cub,
chubby butted and cute.
That has to stay with me,
'cause it's sooo my son in his youth.

Sorting and packing,
it's funny ya know,
seeing the last ten years,
what to keep? what to throw?

All that I truly neeeeed,
I know with a grin,
is clothes to cover my butt,
the rest is already packed, soul-deep within............

Amen

This is exactly how I feel would you let Daniel know for me?

Nice write Dolly!

Do what I do to eagle: "Honey,did'cha see this one,oh geezzzzz O'Man its good,its how I feel,go look,go read it,go,go, go,GO" without taking a breath......Thankfully the man has a great sense of humor Plus he knows I'll do the same for him when he's excited about something.

LOL sometimes that works with Daniel and sometimes not but I can do what I do and no more... Thankfully it is good enough!

Silly sister its very likely good, better, best and wonderferous if it works for the two of you........

Awwwwwwww thank you lovely Wench! That goes doubley for you and eagle!

Thanks from both of us, l_s.



Butterfly antennae twitching,
hair on legs standing up in apprehension.
Tongue gently seeking, probing, tasting,
Kwer-thunk!

Kwer-thunk?
Flowers don't kwer-thunk........

What in the ------ doubt?
Bitterness mixed with past experience.
A taste that makes you want to ph-tooo-eyyyy.
The taste of lost belief, "what if", "it won't end", "I'm not".

Train whistle blows,
Er-rrrrrrrrrr-eeeek of brakes, pshhhhhhhhh of steam.
Conductor's voice, "last stop before Wallow-ville".

The train slowly pulls out.
The rhythm of the wheels implore you;
get--off--that--train, get-off-that-train, getof that train, getofthat train, getoffthattrain of TH-----OUGHT!!!!

Crrrr-oooo, you made it in time, an Olympic 10 long jump.
Welcomed back to what you know is truth
by the cooing of a night dove.

A rustle of feathers,
you blink.......
No longer do you see the dove.

A single white rose on an obscure rosebush
soft wings wafting, barely visible above the petals,
as she deeply imbibes the nectar of faith,
in her butterfly form once more................