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November 2009 
Butterfly-Spider
Posted on Oct 31st, 2009
by 
Doug
Doug
The black see-through lace
dry, bodiless, bloodless
extinct wings
fluttering silver silky web
evening
Emergence, such color
flight
vanished. Grey.
A Hunter's moon trapped
Intention feasts
on these brief forms of the lovely,
the memory of a kiss
in the belly
of a woman breast earth.
Even as I grow distant
I love you with all of my fire
descending
into the other realms
beyond this one;
where you eat me
alive, pieces,
paralyzed, silent.
Access: Public
tis only dismemberment
teasing you awake
through the birth canal
nothing to fear
there is nowhere to go
but here
where the night meets the day
a slim chance that the sky will open
and pull from this mortal coil
the only thing that is real
the rest falls away
to join the husks in a pile
beneath the webworks
while spirit soars
free of even wings
is there life and freedom in flight beyond the capture and the consuming? love you
Thank You Mary!
I'm recalling that dismemberment is an honor and it's a shamanic initiation, the gateway through which we are permitted to enter other realms. But damn my self importance fights back like a MoFo sometimes!
Love you too Nicole and TY! I guess this flesh world really is just one big happy meal?
Jesus~!
sorry, Doug! I must add to the last statement! “Jesus” is often the word I use when too many emotions run through me at once. (smile!)
Those moments of penetrating love is only momentary, but in that moment a window opens. Through that window time disappears, distance disappears, thou disappears, “I” disappear…just for a moment! Then there's the dark nite, eaten dead - separation and great suffering. Now I have tasted death. The sweetness of it. Now I cannot be imprisoned in any web..!
Enjoyed your poem! even the mere taste of it!
with love!
Cheyenne
That was pearly…
Awesomely mixing smiles with tears and warmth with departure
:) & ~~~
Hi Cheyenne and TY! Saturday morning I was sitting quietly on side yard, there's a pine tree there and in the crevices of bark black severed insect wings hung from a spider web. I had that morning after feeling, the beds were all disheveled, beer bottles rolled against the coffee table and the ghost of the last guest hovered in the open doorway and the party is over.
Well at least until the next one!
Hi Pearly! We can take turns K? Who do you wanna be first, the spider or the butterfly?
Welcome Sky Watcher and TY! You know I'd know those “:)&~~~” anywhere! :-)&~~~
WOW my socks just disappeared from my feet (:
Shazzaaam…
BEAUTIFUL Doug
I think we are OK as long as your shoes are still on… well wait a minute come to think of it???
Smiles
Thank you Janie!