With a flourish of his well-manicured hand and surrounded by the faces of his well-appointed legions of support, he made decisions regarding the wombs of millions of impoverished women, who every day are at the mercy of their birth circumstances, not having the physical power to resist or shout NO when they have not been granted their right, and when he went to sleep at night, drunk with power, he congratulated himself on a job well done.
Flourish of a pen
Fresh ink dries on crisp paper –
Worlds are torn apart
For pure unadulterated inspiration, we need look no further than the Williams sisters and their dad. When (age 11) Serena was asked, if she was to become a tennis player who would she like to be like? She answered without skipping a beat, well, I’d like others to be like me.
And in 2017, we have both Williams sisters in the Australian Open, well done Venus and Serena, and well done Serena on 23 Grand Slam titles.
Good on Dad for stating way back then, we will one day see them in the finals.
Even if I crawl on my knees
Beg with an outstretched hand
Even if I am overcome with raging desire
Surrounded with butterflies from
My head down to my toes
Please, I plead of you
In my temptation
Overpowered –
Please!
Stay away from
Me
I tripped over all the butterflies fluttering within and without and as soft as they were, I wished them away, you and I are no more, and I love all that you were and all that you meant and all the passion and anticipation and touch and it is time. I wave them all, I wave all those ghost butterflies away.
If I never see you again
If I never hear your voice
If I never lose myself in your eyes
I will never forget –
Ever forget
The catch of my breath
Fluttery butterflies
Racing heart –
A melting of myself
Into sweet delicious
You
I take a moment
To feel the life within
I embrace the magic
Of a rhythmic beating heart
The music plays
My soul is stirred
And I surround myself
With love
Relaxing on the bus, listening to music, feeling happy, content because Friday, when suddenly he pops up in my view, and before I know it and can even stop it
Butterflies
Poems and Petals 