Butterfly wings by Cheryl Zweigart

Butterfly wings in their beauty open and close in the Wind

And in their graceful, gracefulness open and bend.

Lavender colors like windows as I look through them

As they play softly on the flowers inside the broken gem.

Hillsides covered from a distance of lavender angel wings

As in the sunlight streams that they flutter their beauty brings.

Then from flower to flower in the Wind they climb

Beautiful with their wings in their full spread in time

I see the mirror of the gem I look into the wings that now close

As for a moment the butterflies in their stillness pose.

I look through the window pane and now I see through mine

How the beauty once in my wings through pain in His wine.

And then gracefully a butterfly set free when I thought I was alone

Beneath my wings His Wind was the strength higher places flown

Now butterflies flutter wings of whispers of songs of praise

As upon my wings now open and close in songs whispers raise.

Poem copyright Cheryl Zweigart 2010

Image: anonymous

under his wing

The man she used to love

stood outside her window

offering tea and oranges.

 He wrote a message

on the back of a maple leaf

ripping it from the tree

and letting the wind take

It from his fingers.

The same message was

written in braille on his

wrist and all she had to

do was take his hand

and touch the words

with her fingertips.

Instead she let her hand

rest on the smooth

bodhi seeds and glide

past the turquoise bead.

She felt the words enter her

heart and  take hold

growing wings and flying

out of her chest…out of the window…

past the man she used to love

and finally soaring up toward

grey clouds and

disappearing forever.

 

photo and poem copyright Rhonda Prince 2010

Women First by Nicole Taylor

a fragile x story

We hate math.
They tell us we can't do it.

They measure our x axis.
With abscission, they

cut and separate the
flowers from the fruits.

beauty from plainness,
simplicity from difficultness.

X substitutes before y, a, bc.
Why females before the males?

Why does x mark the spot?
Sign here or form radiation

of extremely short wavelengths?
Why do x-rays mean to examine

or treat, like nurturing rays?
Why does x mean extra large or small?

Why is x so fragile, so oriented?

poem copyright nicole taylor 2010

photo copyright b. rowland 2010

Dear Roksanna by al

Dear Roksanna

I am the bottom of the abyss
here light and vibration is to kill or be killed
on the way down

if you survive without air

if you not explode under pressure

red flashes of your heart beat will tick out your death

and still even if you get here with your lousy stinK

I will be long gone

being here, there, everywhere and nowhere
in-visible in-finity of a-void cosmos

photo copyright b. rowland 2010
poem copyright al 2010
al's gallery is here