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Butterfly Girl Comes to Visit

For the Daily Prompt: carve. I think of skiing, bicycling. And I think of a piece of my heart. I wrote this in the early 2000s.

Butterfly Girl Comes to Visit

She is so beautiful with her wings
multicolored many splendored lights caught and multiplied
as she flutters

I freeze
I am an ogre
Huge and clumsy
I know from past past many times
Not to touch you
My rough fingers have brushed the tiny feathers from your wings
You cry in pain and your flight becomes erratic
My kiss is just as bad
Rough lips
If I move the wind of my passing blows you against a window
You fall stunned

I hold and crush
the box of feelings that can hurt you
Sorrow, anger, fear, dismay
Even fatigue turns my aura red
And scorches your wings

I hate to cause you pain

Fly butterfly girl
My baby needs me, my pager rings
My ogre husband stirs
The effort of holding still plain on his face
I can’t hold still much longer

Butterfly girl
Fly on home

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reveal 1

My photographs and posts last week were from Maryland and the art is from the National Museum of Women in the Arts: https://nmwa.org/, in Washington, DC.

Today I am going to start reposting the art, along with photographs of the names of the artists and titles of the work.Β  The current show is titled “Magnetic Fields”, after the above work by Mildred Thompson, and is about black women abstract artists.

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So let’s go through them one by one:

Abstract.

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I did not capture the explanations. But the piece on the right is by Judy Chicago.

Power.

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This one I did:

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Threshold and Rest, I did not capture the name of the artist.

Use of color:

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Here:

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Use of color 2:

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Here:

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This is a fabulous and gorgeous museum. I enjoyed exploring it with my family and thought that my mother, an artist, would be very pleased.

For the Daily Prompt: treat!

 

 

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bottle joy

For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday: Bottles.

Here is a fabulous use for a bottle, to feed Tictoc and our other hummingbirds. We read and found that the Anna’s hummingbird winters in our area, so she is an Anna’s and we are not messing up migration.

The plastic bit at the top broke in high winds, so I improvised a hanger cage with picture wire. I can gently fold it back to refill the feeder when it is empty.

“Look, mom, no wings!” or maybe: “Hey, your camera cannot keep up with me!”

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forgiveness 2

I am failing to forgive
I am succeeding in forgiving

The people that I have let go
I have forgiven
I do not plan to see them again
They have hurt me grievously
They have had time and time, years
to contact me and to listen
They choose not to
I let them go
I am tired of being hurt
They have no remorse nor kindness

It is the people that I hold on to
Some hope that they are loving
Some hope that they will listen
Some hope that they won’t believe the stories
They still hurt me grievously
They do not answer and make no move
Listening loving healing

I have to let them all go

And then I can forgive
Beloved, I want to forgive

And there is no reconciliation
When no one will listen

 

For the Daily Prompt: finally.