fleurdeluna
A second site so I may write / of things just a bit too raw to / end up on the world wide web, / under my name of origin. / Here I shall remain "Fleur de Luna" {MoonFlower} / / Main body of work to / be enjoyed on HP: / Christi Michaels Moonflower / Please Visit ;)
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Surround Sound.
Big Bass Boom in my heart,
Brings home.
Self evident,
this hollow space
still waiting for your Love.
Years upon years
our cavern deepens.
Rough cut by rivers of tears.
Torrents actually.
They change nothing,
to quell fears and aloneness
Oh, the loneliness
This vantage has grown old.
Void of intimacy or tenderness.
No craggy wall to latch onto.
Retreat not an option,
nor a reachable rock in sight
to secure a safe escape.
Time to wave arms high!
Burn the SOS fire,
bright to the sky!
Let out a mighty Scream!
Yet...
An empty echo
settles the truth.
Big Bass Boom in my Heart
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Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC
i watch you
rockin' and noddin'
my heart swoons
rockin' and noddin'
that's all your body can do
blood inside your sleeves
puke and **** on the floor
my mama heart
my mama heart
your precious heart
this mama heart
can't take no more
Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
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*trees wrapped in
glimmering lights
shine and sparkle
under moons night
open land so bright
to run
to slide
snow so white and
soft like clouds
absorbs our bodies fall
pines and firs
a canopy
casting gaze on all below
branch tips wrapped in
delicate ice
magic wands
hovering o're our heads
this eve of moonlit glow*
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Winter Everywhere!!!!:-)
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
I came upon a parade of
Zinnias today...
lined along the pave-way,
wild and wily.
An infinite variety
of colorful heads
popping up and out,
like eyes of
wary prairie dogs,
on the lookout for action.
Thought of you...
the flower heads you gave me,
filled with seeds aplenty
to plant in the spring.
Knew just where they would go.
Imagined my hands in the
welcoming earth, sowing
them at just the right depth.
They would grow,
reaching with their
long thin frames.
Vigorously tall and full of
Summers' brightness.
Symmetrical flowers
filled with attitude
towards the sun.
Flourishing in cracks along
sidewalks and driveways.
Finding comfort and feeling free
in the most limited of spaces.
Yet...I did not plant them.
Aware that I am
not able, just now,
to make such a commitment.
To water and ****
Ensuring that they
would reach their full potential.
A simple promise of one season.
To nourish a delicate,
perfect Zinnia.
~Christi Michaels~July 2015~
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
Forever Young
Written and arranged and recorded by:
Bob Dylan
May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
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*Beneath my covers in the
dark of night,
I felt pulled tight.
My pajamas and
underthings finding all
the wrong places.
At my time of change,
I was gifted a bed.
I felt freedom.
A space of my own, finally alone.
The eldest, released from the pack.
Revelation of delight,
naked under soft sheets.
I felt the coolness.
My skin alive, fresh from a
warm bath. Feet wrapped safe,
deep within layers.
The Dreams came then...
I felt their calling.
Whispers beckoning me
into flight,
to float above,
observe my simple beauty
Gently slipping towards the galaxy,
I felt no weight.
Nebula's Helix, Saturn and Orion,
their colors became the
pallet of My mind.
Able to soar with the eagles,
into the depths of the oceans.
The whales called for me to follow.
Walking within the beam of
light, I felt warmth.
Crystalline aquifers quenched
my thirst. Grounding me to the
center of our Earth.
Of an age now,
that comfort has settled in,
I feel whole within.
Naked with my soul.
The sheets still cool
after a long warm bath.*
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Copyright © May 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Revelation of Delight
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
I remember Love
a melding complete and fine
intimacy both ******
a union fulfilling~Divine
defining my forever
understood magic shared
held each day with tenderness
knowing how much We cared
I remember being satisfied
feeling soft, deep down deep
believing You and Me
described the meaning complete
knew what defined forever
understood magic shared
held each day with tenderness
knowing how much We cared
yes I remember Love
feeling soft, deep down deep
A melding perfect and fine
defining my forever
a union, fulfilling ~Divine
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Soft Deep Down Deep
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
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This place in my heart
There...
intimately aware
Deep tenderness
Imbued with
illuminessence
Moonflowers
opening in the fullness
of the Moon's light
Tonight
wrapped tight
threads of fear
Mama Pain
too great to fight
A ragged slice
overflowing
with hurt by
unkind words
thoughtlessly
thrown my way
Self inflicted pain
when I doubt my inherent
Knowledge and Strength
I know this part
of my heart
that holds
the wounded
collections of me
Keeping at bay
the ache that
lives within
The Blessing is
that Love
surrounds
Wraps around
with Healing light
Shining within
to Hold The Power
Allowing me respite
from the Sacred Locket
held in this place of
My Heart
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Copyright © 2016. Christi Michaels.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
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A rare thing, my Mother's touch.
Though it was she I desired,
her babies I lovingly embraced.
Letting us make messes.
Be boisterous.
Expected independence.
“You do it, you learn it”
Helped us raise each other,
myself in the lead.
Our imaginary
world, rarely interrupted,
allowed us the freedom
to entertain ourselves.
Mom was not one to coddle,
but to patiently teach.
Cooking, gardening,
care giving.
To plant a tree,
and properly prune.
Create a thriving home
for salamanders.
Names of plants and trees.
Cloud formations.
how to patch up bloodied
knees and noses.
My Mother knew how to
transport a station wagon
filled to the brim with kids.
Provided us with masking
tape to square off our own
territory, creating safe
havens from point A to B.
She was fearless during
that overwhelming time.
Chaotic household of
youngins’ needs.
Teens tempers, mixed
with yearnings and desires
She taught us perseverance.
Eyes forward
No matter... calm or storm.
Her demeanor,
devoted and gentle.
Yet, fierce in determination.
An educated “No bones about it”
woman. A nurse.
Cute in a clean,
crisp natural way.
A woman of extraordinary
capabilities, rarely
comfortable with a compliment.
Not one to linger in a
moment of luxury.
To be soft and silly.
Or settle in for a deep cuddle.
The way she was raised
amongst her kin of many,
being the youngest.
from a different time.
Regardless of my perspective,
She loved enough to
make 5 children.
Provided food.
and kept us clean.
Encouraged the decoration of
our bedrooms to our
personal delight.
Allowed dogs and bunnies
to share our lives.
Insisted on the five food groups
at each evening's family meal.
These days, I cherish the hand
picked cards always mailed on
time for occasions and
holidays. ThankYou notes for
every kindness shown her way.
With her gardens beautifully
tended, herbs carefully harvested
and patiently dried, at Christmas
she labeled recycled spice bottles
collected from here and there.
Yesterday I gathered them,
Small glass vessels in hand.
My name and the date,
meticulously written by
her hand on white labels.
Over time, I have
saved them all.
Ingredients left intact.
My Mother's language of
love lined up in front of me,
these Little Bottles,
a culmination of the years.
Aromatic herbs
tenderly tucked inside.
I understood then,
I had been
Held in Mother's
arms all along...
I just never knew how to
fully accept her embrace.
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Copyright © 2016.
Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC