Perhaps a tincture will synchronize
the spilling smithereens choice
spins into her spirit,
an integral tincture laced with chance
to tint her thinking risky.
Softly she prays for answers
held in liquid’s sway.
Dancing against maps
lined along her tongue
she blasts the tip of existence
with butterfly kisses that whisper good-bye.
Brenda Warren 2013
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How to scary must be fly to unknown new life…Let your New year Brenda will be filled just with happy surprises and discoveries! Thanks for words!
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Butterfly kisses promise little but only leave us hoping for better times ahead. The butterfly however has though stages reached perfection and may wonder whether our admiration is enough.
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Softly she prays for answers
held in liquid’s sway.
Prayers so fluid on her tongue can make them to come true more easily. Wonderful write Brendan!
Hank
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Blasts the tip of existence with butterfly kisses…that is a powerful image. Gentleness can do the impossible sometimes.
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This one seems perched on the stem of tall grasses, lifting her voice to whoever might listen. Beautifully woven and that final stanza is a knockout. Wishing you the very best in the coming year, my friend…always looking forward to more words to play with,
Elizabeth
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I love the gentleness of the last line.
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Love all the alliteration in the first stanza and the ending is perfection!
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I really like the sweetness of the “butterfly kisses that whisper good bye”.
Happy New Year!
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Oh, my. THIS:
“Softly she prays for answers
held in liquid’s sway.”
YES.
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Love the images here, Brenda. The last stanza is superb, love those “butterfly kisses”. Happy New Year to you, my friend.
Pamela
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textures, movement, and whispers… great imagery in this poem!! Great perspective… from inside the cocoon… and way to look out ahead at the new year! Splendid piece!!
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What a dilemma..to live the butterfly must change..say good bye to what s/he knows..it is always probably worth flapping a wing outside the cocoon though..beautiful imagery..
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