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A bit of fluttering
tickles your fingers.
Antennas search for sound
as wings take flight.
It leaves too soon
on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,
you hold life in your hand.
HOLD LIFE IN YOUR HAND
butterfly
LIFE IN YOUR HAND
Antennas search for sound
as wings take flight.
It leaves too soon
on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,
you held life in your hand.
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
The mind is complex.
It stores information.
It reasons.
It’s also creative.
I see a butterfly and its shadow.
What do you see?
FLY
Flap your pretty wings
as the bluebird sings.
Prepare to take flight.
Fly with all your might.
Soar through the turquoise sky.
You can never reach too high.
Fly,
Pretty butterfly.
Fly.
PURPLE BEAUTIES
Open your eyes for me.
Sparkle and shine for me.
Purple on one side.
As deep as your pride.
Lighter on the other.
Pretty as they hover.
TO HOLD LIFE IN YOUR HAND
To hold life in your hand,
How does it feel?
A little movement and fluttering
To tickle your fingers.
Antennas searching for sound
And wings seeking flight.
It leaves all too soon,
Spreading its wings in the light.
But you had life in your hand
For one precious moment.
UNUSUAL PICTURE WITH ODD OBJECTS
Still Life with a Parrot Tulip, a Pink Rose, a Mouse, a Lizard and a Bee Jean-Baptiste Fornenburgh – circa 1621-1648
An unusual picture with odd objects.
Placed in weird relation to each other.
Why these objects?
Does it have anything to do
with the spider’s web in the distance?
The web could be waiting
for the bee and the butterfly.
The flowers could have been placed on the table
to lure them closer to the web.
Then what about the mouse and lizard?
Why are they even in the picture?
The mouse could have been hungry and
jumped onto the table for food.
The lizard could have strolled into the scene.
By accident.
But there can be no accident.
The artist placed them together for a reason.
I can’t figure out why.
TURN ME
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Turning.
Spinning.
Turn me.
Into something.
Different.
Unique.
Exciting.
Just not me.
BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY
BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY
Fly away my butterfly.
Up into the clearing sky.
Away from this park.
Away from the dark.
I wish I could fly with you.
To a sky clear and blue.
I want to be free from this fight,
But this noose is holding me tight.
Farewell to Oasis and my friends.
This shouldn’t be how the story ends.
THE DEAD GAME
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WHAT DO YOU SEE?
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
The mind is complex.
It stores information.
It reasons.
But it’s also creative.
I see a butterfly and its shadow.
Did my reasoning or past data
tell me this?
No.
It was the creative part of my brain,
working on over-drive.
What do you see?
SUSANNE LEIST 