Chrysalis Caged

the chrysalis caged cocooned inside a bony mesh

hide, stay alive, hide

the chrysalis stirs pulses current flows a tattoo beats

remain where you are stay quiet remain where you are

the chrysalis is two-sided still incomplete only one half of dualistic bliss

lightening strikes only once

breathe caught the chrysalis dies is born anew

flutter, sprout wings, flutter

the butterfly has learned to fly to soar and now to love so never will it be free

*Once you love someone, there is always part of you tethered.

Chrysalis Entombed

there is no weeping at a caterpillars wake chrysalis entombed

a caterpillars casket naught but a butterfly's womb

(I apologize for the rhyme)

On the Road

We took a road trip this past July. Our journey began in Northern Alberta where we first headed south ... of course ... and east. The region is still mostly new to me, and so there was lots of new to discover.

We stopped at one of the beaches of Lesser Slave Lake after visiting its small, but very charming town. Having lived in Vancouver for so long, I thought I had been spoiled with beaches and would never be able to find anything to compare, east of the Rockies. Boy was I wrong.

Lesser Slave Lake is a sizeable bit of inland water. Standing from the shore, you might think you were indeed looking out at the ocean. Felt a little like I had come home. But the niecest thing about being lakeside was its .. well, I will say it ... it's silky sand. I don't think I have ever felt sand that fine. With the sand, the gentle surf, the driftwood, and the speckled sky above, I did feel I had been transported into a dream.

If you are ever up Northern Alberta way ... in the summer .. be sure to make Slave Lake part of your trip:)

Watch Me Explode

double-bombed peony most exuberant of buds nature demanded … go forth and flower

flamboyant but wise a clever bon vivant knows a good mood does away with the need for thorns

a whisper to the earth a diva’s request … hold my stem now, watch me explode

unfurling corolla one petal only folds where the next expands

not above a flirtatious taunt

go ahead, you challenge I dare you to count

5 … 4 … 3 … 2 …

Drowning Sun

a drowning sun laments its own demise weeps tears of fire

sparks, cinders, streaks of flames ignite a still blue bay