butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (sushi)
Sushi Wednesday #1, Dec 2004

Unlucky fourth! This sushi night awry,
yet I will say it never is a loss;
just think of how a year has circled by
marked by delicious fish, sake, soy sauce,

green tea, edamame, and miso soup,
sought each occasion at a place that's new,
by friendship in a growing, changing group.
Four in a year is certainly too few!

Goodnights are said with kiss, or hug, or wave;
We plan the next, even as we depart;
I organize, but this began with Dave,
since he is where these friendships had their start.

Edmonton is only a throw away;
"Thank you" is never full enough to say.

I know *somebody* saw the mistake... )

solstice

Dec. 21st, 2005 09:58 am
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
A day of rainfall
the sun, a cloud-hidden seed
Light growing anew


Happy first day of winter!
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Snow [Jill Johansen])
She with eyes downcast
Still finds beauty at her feet
knowing how to See


This morning, feeling that a long-ish walk would do me good, I walked to work along the waterfront instead of waiting for my connecting bus. By the trolley stop, I noticed a bit of polished purple in the dirt, which turned out to be an amethyst bead. It had friends.

Someone must have broken a necklace or a bracelet. 31 nice drilled tumble beads, 12 gold round beads, ground into the dirt. I spent a few minutes picking them out.

Playing.

Nov. 6th, 2005 05:13 pm
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Do you pay any attention to how your friends have titled their journals? I went through, selected, and compiled them, then strung these poetic little phrases into a poem.
Title and Subtitles )
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
This re-discovered poem is nearly a year old.

and later, he did )
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
          .Sleep Together.

 This warm presence nearby
     trusts me enough to
sleep
 at my side.
 Placid, even breaths
 measure the stretches of our time
      together.
 On the crest of slumber, I hear
      his heart,
 a soothing sound, as steady as waves.
 When I, too, sink into the deep
      our dreams will mingle like
      sand and tide,
 the tangled track of our waking days
 Washed blank when spirits
 meet and part
      and bodies rest, touching.

[Written about my cat, but take it as you will.]
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
This nothing's more than matter. ~ Laertes
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance... there is pansies, that's for thoughts... there's rue for you, and some for me ~ Ophelia
Hamlet Act IV, Scene V


envelope sonnet )
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
dreamcatcher
Karada ~ a form of Shibari (Japanese Rope Bondage) that wraps the full body in a net. [link w/pictures, not work safe]

poem )

"Ki"

Jul. 18th, 2005 06:38 pm
butterflydreaming: "Cris", in blocks with a blinking cat (Default)
Today's hour of writing:

The Japanese word ki, from Chinese Qi, the originally Chinese cultural concept meaning "life force" or "spiritual energy".

butterfly, in Irish folklore

poem )
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