fire will never be water…

One cannot blame the water for doing what water does

Anymore than one can blame the fire

All things of this world are simply what they are

They come and they go

Seeking solace and balance,

Their own sweet place in this odd turn of events

That we call life

Letting go of all they are not meant to be

To be only what they are

Fire will never be water

Air will never be earth

And me…

I am a piece of them all

I am the wind that blows, thoughts drifting through my mind

I am the land, a dusty shell that walks the path only for a while

I am the fire, created in a moment of passion,

Seeking to feed the flame

I am the water, life giving and nourishing, 

Deeper than can be seen

I am all of these, and spirit as well

The breath that comes from somewhere

The knowing that comes from nowhere

And if one by one they each left me…

What would I be then

Would I be anything at all

Or would I vanish in a flash

Buried in the dust

Drowned by the water

Burned within the flame 

Carried unseen by the wind

To a new place 

Not even imagined yet…

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ellie894 December 16, 2019

and the wind came…

**

Nearly a whole moon ago

I lazed beneath a crystal blue

And above a glittering shimmering

One reflected in the other

As it came to be the same with me

Memory waltzed with thought

In a seamless dance of spirit

Three quarter time

In tune with the breeze

And with me

Once

Twice

And three times again

A butterfly

Appeared to the right of me

A monarch surprise

Wherever he came from

I know not

Which doesn’t matter much anyway

It is only special

That he found me

At the heart of a special day

Once

Twice

And three times again

I was mesmerized 

So out of place he was

Suspended between blue and blue

With no field and no flowers

Anywhere in sight

Leading me gently to ask why

Once

And twice

And three times again

As the wheel of life does turn 

Upon itself

So did he

To me

His wings sang of sunset

A feast of a thousand peaches

Ripened in an evening sky

He did not float in still air

Nor, did he fly strong and purposely

He was a winged mystery 

Powerless

In the face of the invisible 

Not fighting against the unseen

Instead, he let himself just be

And the wind came

And carried him 

To all the places 

He could never have imagined 

For himself.

Then, ever so gracefully,

Once

Twice 

And three times again

He fluttered near

And carried me there too…

****

ellie894 November 4, 2019

there was a butterfly that day, a stunning peachy tangerine one. Out of place. Three times he came to me from nowhere, over the water, under the sky and out of the breeze.

Rose

I am sweetly inspired by so very many things. Please visit Val at Colouring the Past to see the photo that settled in my thoughts and inspired this….

https://colouringthepast.com/2018/11/24/young-woman-standing/

I was named by my father,

He so loved to give my mother roses

To see her smile…

With a softened gaze and a silent sigh

I look afar to a place others cannot see

I do recall the sweetest words

Of last evening whispered true

Am lost in the hope of what may one day be

My unruly chestnut tresses gathered up

The best that I can manage

Still they loosen and escape

Blurring at the edges

Much the way my heart does

Longing so to fly

My anxious hands held tight behind

Hiding sweet anticipation

Are you nearing now my love

How much longer must I wait

The ivory pinned close at heart

A cherished gift of our last goodbye

And safe within the locket

At home upon my breast

The smile of my beloved

Doth ever and always rest

****

ellie894 December 1, 2018