flutter by butterfly

dressed in wings of beauty, frail

he listened  as she told her tale

his wings were strong and flattered by

the way that she had fluttered by

they didn’t see the windshield, splattered

she listened to his last words, sputtered

'fly like the wind though heart may fail'

she flew away with broken tail

Patricia Spreng

After finding this Spicebush Swallowtail managing her broken wings so beautifully, I caught the image and the story came quickly.  I was delighted to find an actual form in the ending words of each line!  By now, you know I have no head knowledge of poetry... just heart knowledge. So, I ask my learned poet friends... and you know who you are =) ...   Is this a form? Does it have a name?

Joining with d’Verse Poets for Open Link Night, click here to read the wonderful words of poets.

Web Master

weave me,  spinning

thread bare strands of life

as only you can

into silken beauty of brokenness

stretch me

far beyond what I could ever know

as only you can

adorn me with unwasted tears,
collected

lest I think I’m some kind of Rumplestiltskin

pretending to know the intricacies

of weaving gold from dust

as only you can

Patricia Spreng

You keep track of all my sorrows.  You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.  Psalm 56:8

Joining today with d’Verse Poets… click here to find the wonderful words of poets. 

Hold On

 Winds have always blown

in beauty and terror

testing strength

against  strength

opposing fiercely

 

 until the moment when

fear (embraced)

subsides

in the eye of the Beholder

peace comes 

and what you thought

was weakness

is Strength disguised

in you

not of you

holding fear away

Patricia Spreng

    Oh, how unusual for me to be late!  I'm joining others  at  Faith Barista... click right here to see other's Autumn posts.
   
     As Fall arrives, the winds blow, leaves fall, colors change, temperatures change.   I cannot help but see there is a direct correlation to my life and faith season of Autumn.   Changes, yes.  In our imperfect life, the winds of many challenges are blowing in our family. Our children are  leaving our home, (hair) colors are changing, physical changes, health changes, etc.  (and yes, temperature changes!)  Changes I ordinarily would fear, I am choosing to embrace.  Living within change, I am finding God's strength in embracing the storms, not fearing them.  Is He the calm at the eye of your storm ?



Summer Wind



Lake Michigan  ***   Holland, MI



Stretching days

of stolen time

languishing

in sand and sun

Breathe your last

summer  wind

blow goodbye   kisses

toward the shore

Touch my hair

and turn my face toward you

waving sweet memories

across my toes

Hoping that

I beg you to stay

through winter

as though this time you would

When did you

change  color

my fickle friend

singing new songs

that chill my soul

Goodbye summer  wind

I’ll be here

with you in mind

‘til you return

again

Patricia Spreng

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(urinary track)

to the train

all aboard

get on board

get on board

for the ride

to remember

you’ll remember

this train

***

he swore to the conductor

we ten were under twelve

discount for having so many, so close

let dad do the talking

clackity clack

don’t talk back

smile, be polite

say thank you

yes sir

before long

we owned that train

bar car

dining car

sleeping car

more

running down the aisle

playing hide and seek

making lovers squirm

in their dirty looks

wishing they were on any. other. train.

‘til one of us stopped

to catch a breath of fresh air
at the joint between cars

then we all did

right there

and that’s where we stayed

for the rest of the trip

refreshed

stuck our heads outside

leaning out over the gate

as far as we could reach

reaching, stretching
without falling

'No falling!'
(as though another new rule would deem it so)

wind blowing our hair

blue sky

sunshine on our faces

and the rain

the rain

the cool, wet rain

sprinkling our faces

in sunshine

refreshment

by the end

mother wondered why our hair was wet

shirts damp

the look of  horror on her face

was beyond understanding

as we begged

for her to join our joy
in our tale to tell
of being rained on in sunshine

looking for rainbows

'that was no rain'

she exclaimed

jaw clenched

low hushed

matter of fact

disgusted still

madly digging for a hanky

‘the......toilet.......flushes.......onto........the........track.’

***

train engines hissin’

train track pissin’

clackity clack

urinary track

rhythm of the rail

hear momma wail

clackity clack

urinary track

clackity clack

urinary track

don’t hold back

go baby... go...

baby...

go...

     just....

               go.

Patricia Spreng

Yes, this really happened.  In 1968, my parents took all 10 of us kids on a train ride to Taqhaumenon Falls in the upper peninsula of Michigan. We were having such fun, until we saw our mom's face.  My dad wanted to throw us all into the Falls.  Apparently, we all survived.  We still laugh about it. The minute Claudia mentioned "trains,"  this was the first and only story that came to mind.  =)   Submitted to d’Verse Poetics tonight where Claudia is asking for stories about trains.  Click here on d’Verse Poetics to read more train stories by the wonderful world of poets

Also skipping over to double dutch with Deidra and sharing laughter at Jumping Tandem, one of the marvelous places I've found through
The High Calling.  (I'm getting loopy from linking.)