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Flying
Into Glory
Of the Divine
Teresa Marie 12/23/11 ©
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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 ©
https://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/the-wish-jar/
Butterflies
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.
Variations:
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.”
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
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
What about God? 