http://slow.writerscafe.org/Butterflymom1 The original writings of author Butterflymom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006835 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Along the Ganges river by daySinging and dancing the two did playDaily adventures and childhood fantasyOn explorations and journeys newJoy filled days consumed the twoAlong the Ganges river by nightThe two grew older under the moonDiscovering each other with new lightExploring the passion of youth s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/623721/ Void in the pit of the stomach feltNight descending like a heavy fogLoneliness creeps in when not lookingThe still, quietness becomes irritationAnd each stoke of the clock is feltDays filled with work, and the lightRewarding duty and praise of othersConversing with friends that are beyond worthySeep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/623266/ Just a little something...please don't judge harshly! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/586723/ Floating through time and spaceOur hearts and bodies closely woundLaying in beds of butterflies, dancing on angel wingsPlanting star seeds, and skipping across many watersTwo young souls entwined, passion over flowingForcibly ripped apart not knowing any otherSouls left torn and shatteredThrown into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/580776/ In memory of............dead butterflies and desperado's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/438103/ With the aroma of faint almonds, and cheeries floating like smoke through the airHands that are soft,  and nurturing that provide a slow and gentle touchHands that want to feel you and worship at your soulTouch you in places that no one suspectsWarm, firm massaging embraceSo you know&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/436953/ Throwing back Boone's Farm,And passing around a doobieTalking about changing the world Ending the fiasco in VietnamMarching,  singing Bob Dylan and Joan Baez,And skipping classes at the UniversityMoody Blues,  Credence,  Hendrix and Janis, sit-ins, love-ins, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/435314/ My fingers pound the keysWhat's inside of me won't come outFrustrated, exacerbated, and wearyThe words might be too scaryConjuring up secrets long hidden inside of meShoved down with garbage put on topTo hold it all safely in placeNow, I can't bring it all forward no matter how I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/433410/ My hero, diagnosed with ATRT...a rapid growing and usually fatal cancer in children under three. She has made it to three, two brain surgeries, a spinal surgery, two rounds of chemo, and radiation later........ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/433188/ A haiku string written for a contest............. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/433181/ Here's to good womenWho have fought against their plightGently and with grace With hearts of lionsBoldly caring for their cubsNurturing their wounds She can speak volumesAbout humanities strugglesAnd  grieves, in her heart Strong working mothersTaking on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/433159/ up down, up down                                               .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/427574/   I'm forever humbled by magnificentinsignificance     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/426013/     Setting on Pillar Mountain on Kodiak Island I decided that love and life's beauty began right there and at that very moment.   Maybe it was because I was 16, and had the age old idea of wanting to be free.    That still hasn't worked out for me very w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/420664/ Dreams rapidly fadeWorlds in the palm of my handCast into summer breezes Seasons come and goneVanished on fast unseen windsCycle of life nearly closed Spirit calling meLifting me to sights unseenUniverse waiting  Wonder of WondersWill be ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/420658/  Wrestling my old demonsDistraught over circumstanceHands filled with light and powerLift me up softly with unyielding loveFilling me with such peaceQuietly, I remember, and breathe from His sacred breathI bathe in the well of his compassionAnd am nourished b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/419841/ Just something I threw together on a whim.....don't judge too harshly please! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/419228/ This is for my soul mate. One of his majors was history, and he remembers everything. I am into theories, and can't remember much of anything!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/419036/ This is raw, and unfinished....I was just getting some thoughts down.................... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/418226/ On the run from my homeland and everything familiar to meBeatings, rapes, and murderWatching as  children die slowly of starvationDiseases easily curedOvercrowded conditions on the edge of nowhereWaiting for someone to speakHow do they set in silenceAnd justify their o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/416995/ This is just some thoughts on getting older that I've pecked out. It's meant to be fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/416831/ Playing with Haiku once again. Life is anything but static, and life cycles and season just keep rolling. Some are awesome, and some we just trudge through. This is a little Haiku string................... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/414041/ Grief comes in waves and bits at a time........................................ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/413036/ Haiku string about the Darfur tragedy..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/387729/ Your body is my temple                                   And I've come to worship       &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/383958/ Still playing with Haiku's.........I used to hate 'em.........LOL http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/382008/ Late Fall of my lifeForever reminiscingTime fades way too soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/381995/ This was done for a specific contest.........enjoying writing Haiku's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/381701/ Haiku written for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/381365/ written for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/381361/ My dying virtueChasity lost summer's eveSweet taste left on tonque http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/381357/ A little Haiku for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/381351/ Just having fun playing with Haiku!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/379779/ Not your happy little haiku....... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/378888/  Even the tiniest seed strugglesClawing it's wayThrough mounds of dirtEscaping insects and weedsReaching, searching for the lightTo fulfill it's purposeSharing it's colors and fruits     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/378120/ Money  profane whileStomachs ache,  dying of coldLone winter year round http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/377718/ Barren trees now sleepUnder bright soltice moonlightWhisper dark secrets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/377716/ Crawling under tiny school desksBomb warnings blaringPracticing for the big oneMaking basements into sheltersWater hoses, and dead bodies piling upof people marching peacefullyWatching TV as Jack, Bobby, and MartinDied in front of our eyesCover story with brains exploding From the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/371529/ ...another attempt at Haiku while coping with some of life's tickles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/367425/ My attempt at Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/367331/ ..expressing the feeling after hearing Brook's tumor has grown..she is only 3 y/o and has been fighting ATRT cancer for over 17 months now.......... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/365776/ this was done on a whim http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/363970/   I've stood on a river that flows throughAn island made of Volcanic lava and ashWatching the salmon in an unspoiled spotStood on mountains I could almost touch heaven andWhere every blade of grass and flower was in it's placeI've watched the ocean waves when they were q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/361299/   Your soul is uglyAnd so are youYour inner childdon't even like you!You've given me nightmaresAnd won't leave my headI'm sick of floundering  in my bedMy power is  taken back into my handsAnd I'm running you offYou can't be in my head!   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/360869/ Depressions mark on loved ones! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/360867/   Caught up under the ocean's swellTossing, sinking, rising againGrey and black waters holding me downBreathless, frightened, and overwhelmedCatching a glimpse of light overhead I must decide if I want to be foundThe water calms and I flow with the wavesInto a place .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/360696/    Woeful, lonely, shame filled eyes happen to meet my glance Setting there on your garbage bags, and huddled with your treasures, cardboard piled neat with some sembalance of order I had been worried about my make-up, and if my day was laid out in place then I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/358213/   This old heart is getting weaker, and my steps have gotten slowerMy mind still has many idea's in it's coffersMany memories have left me, but the best remainI set and wonder what did my life offerWhat will my legacy be when six men are walking with meWhen they lay me down j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/358171/ Many "healers" have been wounded and find themselves in helping others.......... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/357546/   "Why", I cried, as I wallowed in pain, "must we endure these things?"I prayed, and cried, and sought help for my childYou surrounded me in peace and said to me, "I didn't send this pain, and grief to your soul; it is of YOUR world and your job is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterflymom1/357491/