To Rise

Magical Wonder


Blue Butterflies – Haiku

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Into Glory


Into Glory

Of the Divine

Teresa Marie  12/23/11 ©

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And Floaty Things

Butterflies and fairies and
all  floaty things

Are a fantasy made of
 in our imaginings

Where as marvelous as
they are magical

It doesn’t matter if
they are practical

For it’s all in
our mind’s eye

That these creatures
around us fly

Impish and teasing 
with us they toy

In our imagining 
of a whimsical joy

That only in the
heart of a child lay

When it is freed
just go out and play!

Teresa Marie  12/20/11  ©



Gentle Souls – A Hay(na)ku




Gentle Souls


In endless flight

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 This is in Hay(na)ku form.

“Hay(na)ku is a 3-line poem with one word in the first line, two words in the second, and three in the third.

Hay(na)ku is considered a modern poetry genre, first presented in June 2003. According to J Zimmerman, in a traditional Hay(na)ku, there are:

A tercet: 3 lines.
A total of 6 words: 1 in the first line, 2 in the second line, and 3 in the third line.
There is no restriction on syllables or stressed or rhymes.


In the ‘reverse’ haynaku, the longest line is placed first and the shortest last. The total is still 6 words: 3 in the first line, 2 in the second line, and 1 in the third line.
Multiple hay(na)ku can be chained to form a longer poem.”

Falling Fairy

Today I caught a fairy
falling from the sky
’cause I first thought
it was a butterfly

Yet when I looked
down in my hand
the vision that I saw
was hard to understand

And I said to her
“Fairy, please don’t die
for if you really do
I think I would cry!”

I didn’t believe in magic
and all that kinda thing
although one day I thought
I heard the angels sing

Then butterflies came in
and hovered all around
until that tiny fairy
began to make a sound

As she was stirring
she looked up at me
the fear on her face
I could plainly see

Then she jumped up
and quickly flew away
so I believe in fairies
what else can I say?

Teresa Marie  11/8/11

The Butterfly Fairy

I’m the good fairy
of all the butterflies

That do fly through
the bright blue skies

I love blowing bubbles
magic contained for all

Putting guards around them
 both large and small

The butterflies love this
kindness that I do

And my magic bubbles
aren’t seen by you

Must be a fairy
my bubbles to see

Or in your imagination
pretend that you may be!

Teresa Marie  10/4/11