Jane opened her hands
and the butterfly
fluttered off

across the grass
and you watched
and she told you

what its name was
and its colouring
but you

were more focused
on her hands
the fingers held so

as if Michaelangelo
might have
painted them

in a creative urge
to pin down
an example

of beauty
and as her voice
spoke on

you saw the hands
come together
and embrace

and caress
each other
as you both walked

along the lane
between
high hedges

first this finger pointed
then that
gesturing towards

this flower
then that
names came

and colouring
and her voice sang
as she talked

the words
being flung
in the air

like a juggler's *****
and you reached out
to catch each word

and place
its meaning
but her eyes

caught you
the colour
the brightness

and fires flamed there
and they grow
only here

she said
so I’ve read
her words said

and the lips parted
just to allow
words to go

like busy bees
to work
and the glimpse

of teeth and tongue
and what do you think?
she said

beautiful stuff
you replied
not quite

the words
you wished for
but which came

like lazy boy's
to school
they are

she said smiling
her hands parting
one reaching

for yours
O that
may have been Heaven

for all you knew
a bright
sun-blessed smile
out of the blue.

Take me not away on the wind and the rain.
Let only golden air infringe my skirts.
Catch me not , nor beat me with unholy wind alone.
Keep my lonely feet locked tight to the floor.
Until that wind can beat me no more.
Pray let my back be kissed only by sunshine.
Let the gale forces soon blow away the rain.

My sun,
Is it too soon to plead that once again you stand in majesty.
To fire fill my brain.
Hate the feel of sodden feet.
Can't bear the sound,
The chilling wind.
My ancient abode is cracked.
Can hear her walls a cracking.
It disturbs me as I try to think.


By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Head bowed to her chest.
In a chamber of darkness she's left.
She waits hiding in corners.
As only she can in her obsolete world.
Rocking fro and to.
For she's confused.
Apparently.
Phony facade.

Placating herself with her words.
She rarely speaks.
Her tongue is tied.
Her lips are stitched,
Eyes open wide.
She sits and she watches.
Keen and mean in observation.

He knows what she's about.
As only a loyal servant should.
A man servant.
She takes no prisoners.
He perceives her every thought.
Before each enters her head.
Her brain is full of fire.
Although her body nearly dead.
Slaughtered by love perhaps.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

to mine -

for what is my flame to your fire?

A single red rose surrounded by a
world made up of black and white
Just wanting to blend in
not make a fuss or cause any fight
This rose is very special
all the beauty she has on the outside
comes from the light she carries on the inside
Part of her beauty is the not knowing
and her ability to just blow in the wind
The trees would try and whisper to her
but she would never listen...
Until one day the whispering was so loud
she could not help but to just stop and hear
They said " It is okay to be different, embrace it
Be confident within yourself and you will be
amazed what changes you will then see."
"You see the change to accept who you are
is inside us all and then and only then
can you be who you truly are meant to be"
Soon this beautiful rose began to just blossom
and everyone saw this and wanted it too
Before too long there was a colorful sea of change
That came about as far as the eyes could see
The world accepted the rose and accepted themselves
and became who they are meant to be
So much color surrounds the red rose now that
she is never alone and whenever she wants a moment of solitude
she just goes and finds a nice shade ....
and Ya know what? she has never been so happy :)

"you only hug me in airports" was the last thing I heard her say
as she opened her arms
to her eldest daughter
and I was nothing short of amazed
when they walked into each others arms
I saw her close her eyes
if only for a second
drinking the moment through her pores
as if the rest of us were invisible
even to the night
that moment seemed to stretch
to morph
to erase years of pain
and close the gap of months
in a single step

together

I wonder if she heard the screaming in her ears
or the sound of glass breaking
the rain on her face
the night that she slammed the door on that same little girl
now an adult
but still small enough to fit between arms
I'll never know what happened between them
but I imagine it like lightning
hitting their chests in a terrifyingly beautiful fashion
and I was waiting for her daughter
to cry out
"no, you only hug me in airports"
and I'm not sure
if they will ever see each other
again
I wonder if they're happy
or simply

content

Truly the son of your mother you are.
Up front and truly vicious.
At times.
Demanding annoying and totally dear.
Always wants his mummy near.
A provocative wind up.
Never ever needs a key.
It's his job of work you see.
Spring loaded.
An infernal bungee.
Livvi x
A sly and wry smile you possess.
Utterly  the expression he wears best.
Lives in a heap not fit for sweet lover.
Fit not for any other to inhabit.
The bedroom in the land of mess!