http://slow.writerscafe.org/lisabutterfly The original writings of author LisaButterfly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775436162 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Night dawns upon the wanderersAnd the blanket covers the dayA frosty mist lingers over my head The dewy air of spring has now leftWhat will becomeOnce the winds of winter turn into snowThis night is my loverAnd that would ring trueSince love is madnessAnd the days are my drunken so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/2798033/ EdgyEclectic and full of contridictionsThe city prepares for the 500 year death of polymath Leonardo da VinciLibertarian street art lies under the alluring presence of the biscioni. A singl man prays to la Madonna in a bomb affected mural whilst behind him photographers prepare for a fashion sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/2169686/ PaduaElegant and spiritualThe city of rivers and canelsI wondered if my Nonna Stella and Nonno Attilio walking in the same streets as I received a blessing and pondered at Donatello's black Madonna and child at the Basilica de San AntonioA place of pilgrimageI watched an old man ride a bikeI wondere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/2169685/ I can feel her tough hard working hands weave my designHer hands from this close angle are rough at the soft sides of her palmWhere she had washed dishesAnd aligned the vustard cups for the elite She was a crafterAnd she crafted me ding the months of her sitting on her armchair watching days of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/2169682/ You have enteredMy internal worldAnd I allowed you toi have surprised myselfPersonal growth is awkward and vastYou said we are in this togetherThe unknownPLanning little tiles of grass to rest our feet upo with each new encounterSo we don't step on anything shaprWhat if we poke our toes into the spa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/2169679/ I always wondered why the kite flewI wondered how it made a gentle flutter when the storms cameI wondered if the kite would dance to impress the Northern skyAnd it if wanted to flyIf it wanted to surrenderI wondered if it made gentle sounds against the resistant breeze And if it marvelled at th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/2169676/ Ode to my unborn childWe listened to love songs of nostagliaAnd I asked him to make up storiesWe laughed as we criedI told him grief for me is my normalAs I painted tones of history not repeating itselfI told him I live without herAnd being without her is a part of meShe is insid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1855807/ Chasing rainbowsI find this Life is an illusionChasing love when loves changesChasing acceptance when spaces reformChasing belonging when homes are torn down and rebuiltChasing rainbows when the day passes Chasing conversations when they twinkle outChasing boys to love and be loved.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1784630/ So I'm homeBut I don't know where home isIs it a place with a nice fireplaceComfortable bedding And safe conversationsIf soWhy do I feel so homelessFulfilment is not found in the comfortableAnd happiness is not the easy pathThe souls food is one of trust, love, passion, freedom, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1784629/ She asks him to tell her storiesEach word a caress she never gotShe asks him to tuck her into bedEach fold her nakedness feltHis touch she does grieveViolet on her bedroom wallsShe then demands the soldier to leave http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1784625/ She was wildAnd that wasn’t always freeingYou see she was soft onceAfter she had given all her love to the one who wasn’t the oneNow she had gone madUntamedShe just wanted to be heardShe was a feline undomesticatedBut when he loved her she purred http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1784624/ So I have been thinking about homeWhy a man takes himself away to seek meaningLike the BuddhaLike the Prophet Mohamed Like all the ProphetsLike the man who lost his son and grieved for the rest of his lifeOr like the little girl whose mother left her who told me she misses he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1784623/ So it just recently that I has a realisation that I am not white.I had been chasing whiteness my whole life and then it suddenly dawned on me.I don't want to beBut then who am I if I am not youI have moved too far away from where I began to returnAnd now I am in no woman's land.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1784621/ I find this Life is an illusionChasing love when loves changesChasing acceptance when spaces reformChasing belonging when homes are torn down and rebuiltChasing rainbows when the day passesChasing conversations when they twinkle outChasing the I love yous of strangersChasing boys to lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1784619/ We are living in a Eurocentric worldAnd I am a Eurocentric girlOur souls reduced to matterNo songsNo gatheringsNo harmonyJust chatter chatterI've seen Families behind locked doorsAnd Teenagers wanting more and moreI've seen parents not knowing what to believeA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1784618/ My soul respondsI cryI love watching people danceTheir cry in their voiceOn their face emotionExpressionEvery muscle on their face used to expressA storyA body which needs to move to show themI saw them enjoy their own bodyAs if they had their own internal feedback systemI th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657723/ LisboaThe man from Goa and his perfectly aligned postcardsWith stories of guns and flowers coming out of itA bloody roseA pumped fist up in the airMemoirs of the revolutionFor freedomFreedomAnxiety is the dizziness of freedomSmallest streetsAl famaOhAl famaYellow dimed li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657722/ Undestruct meI prefer you try to speak in an emotional way I won't respond to anymore practical solutionsNo more I love yousNowhere to runWhere am I running toI'm drifting Wave upon waveAAlone with youSuffering so deep insideI don't know where to turnI feel alone as we talk abo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657719/ He asked if I could be defined into a boxI said I've always found myself jumping out of boxesAttachmentCan there be extraordinary in the ordinaryChasing the stimulationWas it because I was so under stimulated as a childBoredomMundaneAnd then I find myself seeing things that I am in o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657718/ The smell reminded me of nonna StellaShe came alive in that momentI looked at the black madonna with Jesus in her lap and holding the cosmosA figure I had never seen beforeAnd it reached meJust like Picasso didAs its a new thing to seeA new perspectiveSeen with eager eyesLike the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657717/ Chasing rainbowsI find this Life is an illusionChasing love when loves changesChasing acceptance when spaces reformChasing belonging when homes are torn down and rebuiltChasing rainbows when the day passes Chasing conversations when they twinkle outChasing boys to love and be loved.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657714/ Pain bodyThe pain body risesBut it will go againIt is in this moment that we see itAnd just see itIt is like a ghost rising from the graveBut it will go back againThought bubbles ariseAnd they float awayWe notice the, and them goAs humans we are predisposed to attach to pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657711/ You are yellow brushstrokes in my pink canvasYou are my morning hugI want to be with youAnd whenI'll remember that ticklingAnd that laughYour eyesThey remind me of baby birds hatchingThey carry with them the love of the worldWhere you have chosen to beYou're amazing to meHis he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657709/ I want to slide down the dip of your dimplesDive into your eyesAnd do cartwheels on your foreheadI catch myself feeling joy at looking at youWe are folk dancers circlingAround the light Our love is pureLike baby goatsAs they trot through the mountains I want to chase you And you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657707/ you bring the dawn risingwhen i look into your eyesonly yellow and whitecome alive in meyellow is see throughand white so purered in your lipstender are your fingertipsi want to be in your arms as it is here i can falllike soft feathers falling from a mountain topyour face is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1657705/ CamouflageIt suddenly dawned on meI'm going to be lost not found if I choose to searchSome say I look EgyptianA Portuguese singerNepaliLaura PausiniSpanishArab eyesIf I am lucky some say I really really look ItalianWell I sayI can blend in anywhereBecause I am a ChameleonUnboundUncategorisedHybrid i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1532902/ Ive been wondering about myself latelyWhy my tears have formed a wellwhy im Crawled up in a ball Feeling like hellI told myself I am a freedom fighterOn a quest to liberate your mindFrom the should havesCan'tsAnd what would they think thoughtsThat in my mind stickAnd pin down my kickShoulda had a hu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1530498/ Did you forget?That you were born perfectMade up of every colour that your human eye can't seeIn your mothers wombYou survivedAnd swam a thousand waves overYou were mouldedReplicated from clay wrapped around the warm arms of compassionReminding you that you are Held byWhole pure radiant loveAnd life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1525716/ I  had a dreamI had a dreamI had a dreamBut it was your dreamAnd I was living through youI was celebrating through youI was holding the moment with youAnd I loved itBut I didn't feelThat is was meI didn't feel That it was celebrating meI felt that I was celebrating youAndThe absence of my dream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1503876/ Women would perform poetryLike ChantingMen would sit around a fireAnything that the man would have there was something on the other side for the womanMen had different types of storiesWomen would describe themselves with simplicityStories oflove, loss, grief, separation, celebration, marriages, send.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1443187/ Just like a baby bird needs its mother We all need each otherWe will fallWe will standWe will crumbleWe will pick up the piecesAnd we will continueChasing rainbowsWhat if i get the rainbowThen what happens?Chasing intimacyWhat if i get itThen what happensChasing happinessWhat if i get itThen what ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1440351/ self awareness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1439193/ I am lingering in a sea of wondering dreams Never really reaching the shore Always longing for the lost one true memory Of being at home Completing at rest Like that of a kiss on the cheek goodnight Or the moments when lightening strikes But this is not one of the Earth For she too is dreamin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1435762/ ShakespeareFreudMozartEinsteinQueen ElizabethElvis PresleyMadonnaPop cultureEurocentricDumbifying a nationThe other http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1390356/ We sat in the classroomHe had made a referral to talk to someoneOn the referral he circled hurtI sat next to him and asked him what was wrongHe wanted to talk about loveSam is his nameHe is a young boyBorn with a stutterAnd an intellectual disabilityHe cannot get the words outBut I could seeThe poet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1387282/ Day 21 ‪#‎identity‬ People pleaser There once was a girlWho ran away from the land where little girls playShe was nice and she sharedBut it got her nowhereShe stayed on task In her beautiful mask Yes yes yes yes yes yes She would say sorry for no reason And take the blame too Sorry c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1386482/ I will not be told that it change starts from within. Change starts from without Without poverty Without oppression Without apathy Without indifference http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1385478/ I am afraidOf being aloneI feel like an outsiderBeing a spinsterYou are going to end up like your cousin in ItalyShe's a spinsterYou are such an angelYou are so calm So gentleSo niceThe structures of society leave women on a dualityThe Madonna or the WhoreCan we be both or more?I am under the threat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1383831/ This one's for the searchersThe one's who can feel there is something not right with this worldThe sensitive soulsWho get boxed into neat packages And called the anxious onesthe depression onesThis one's for the feelersThe one's whose hearts go out to others in needAnd get labelled too seriousToo in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1382764/  She is a lifeforce and a horizontal lineLost between two shoresA swish and a swirlVitality and danceClosing chaptersOpening doorsShe's finds goosebumpsHer lifeline becomes a thousand right anglesA whole not a halfShe is alive Through a tickle and a laughShe breathesAnd her breath is her warrio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1374652/ He gets told his fatThat his shoes are from KmartHe face goes redAnd his heart is under attackBut he doesn't fight backHe wants to be acceptedEven by those who beat him upI am uselessI am afraid I will become psychotic he saysHow are you feeling I askThat noone cares he saysTell me what's on your mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1370399/ Tinahe fell on the grassI fell on the grassthank you darlingthank you darlingCome visit meNumber 14I am aloneShall i bring anythingNo i have everythingEyesBlack dressHusband die 27 years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1370398/ Listening must be more than looking for things in another person that confirm our worldview.Listening must be more than waiting to respond or hoping for “dialogue.”Listening is the process of opening oneself up to not only another’s words but to the sum of their lived experience be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1331080/ You cannot pacify meI will not contort myselfContortionRevolution of the spiritualSoulful protestsConnecting the disconnectRoaring Rage MobilisationEvolution of the soulCollective changeIntellectual is spiritualReflections of the story and connections of mine to yoursSuicideSurvivalSilence We are cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1330025/ She sat thereThat wide eyed Teary eyed girlAnd told me of her sorrowThe tear stained earth could hear her cryShe was chasing neglectFinding comfort in emotionally absent menThat wide eyed Teary eyed girlAsked me questionsHoping I would find the answersA gentle breeze th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1327876/ Professor Noam Chomsky Public SpeechMelbourne Convention centre to a sold out audience4th November 2011    "Nelson Mandela was taken off the terrorist list two years ago"On Friday night I had the pleasure of attending a public speech by Professor Noam Chomsky hosted by Deakin Uni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1325371/ Real Equality　Recently I have had the pleasure of working with a young boy named Shane. Shane has been labelled as having an intellectual disability and goes to a disability school.Shane has had a life of suffering. Coming from a poor family, he was removed from his mother at a youn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1325366/ Oh Sweet ChildPlease don't be sadYou are a precious diamondI can't bear to see you sadIf only you could see your radianceOh Sweet ChildPlease don't be sadIt's not your faultWhat's happened to youAnd i know you are sufferingI wish I could take all that pain and lock it up in a boxI wish I could give .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1310303/ Your heart is a diamondIt got through my wallsWalls I thought were my protection But were my persecutionYou made me realise they were walls of a prisonYour heart is a diamondIt humbles meAnd the light from that precious diamond has a funny way of extinguishing my flameSo powerful it can break throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1310300/ You never know for sure if there is anything in the searchIt is an endless quest without knowing what the quest isIt may be predestined but you may change your destinyI might be wrongYou act it, not knowing you are a part of itMaybe destiny is just telling youMaybe you just know itMaybe destiny know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisabutterfly/1299225/