butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
Once upon a time
When I was a butterfly
I dreamed of chaos

I gave up my wings
Or, really, my hope of them
I dreamed of changes

Both water and fire
I dream of pretty things now
Like friendship and love

Cocktails and good food
And kindness and honesty
Books for me to read

Singing if I wish
Creating beauty in beads
And writing haiku

With or without wings
No one takes the sky from me
Or my waiting smile
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Now is the time for all good cats
to rise up from their afternoon naps
and shed the bulky, cold weather coats
leaving them on their keepers' laps.


This tool really works. My long-hair feline, already a very soft girl, feels as soft as butter, and my smeeze is almost rabbit-soft.

Speaking of rabbit fur, McPherson's had some wildly dyed skins that would not have looked out of place on the set of the old Star Trek series. I was underwhelmed with the store otherwise. The online catalog is much better.

Yesterday I went to dim sum at the place in the Great Wall mall. My dad got the bill, so I have no idea how it compares as far as cost, but the food and variety are better than average. (I still prefer Jumbos.) I spent the whole day with my family because afterward we had a birthday party for my little niece, now 5, who oversaw the party planning like the little overlord she is. I love piñata parties.

Needless rambling about piņatas )
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
"Inspired" by my favorite Edna St. Millay poem, "Rosemary"

For the sake of all the things
That I want to restore
I will write new stories
Using old folklore,
Earl Grey, hot, with bergamot
Will be the tea I pour.

For the sake of faded things
That could be bright again
I won't use an umbrella
against the Seattle rain
I will scribble renga,
and sonnets, and cinquain.

Many things are built upon
What once was everyday.
For the sake of humorous
hyperbole that's gone away
I will learn to curse with "Struth!"
and "The devil you say!".
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
Title taken from a previous poem.
This is my 2nd annual Valentine Sonnet, with the same percentage of fiction as last year's.

French Sonnet )

"Backward"

Feb. 14th, 2006 05:20 pm
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
(Written backward. Late 2005)
cinquain )
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
Backdated; actual writing date lost, late 2005
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poem )
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Snow [Jill Johansen])
Winter is the chilled glass flute
and friendship is the champagne tune
bubbling up in celebration.

May we drink a toast together
to a season filled with love

this sweet vintage
this effervescent song

and welcome the future
intoxicated.


Have a Happy Turning of the Calendar!
And this, nipped from [livejournal.com profile] llynecat:

~Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you.~

Edit: The sparkle effect looked really pretty... {is sad}.
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