A Net Full of Butterflies

 Image by Justin Dingwall Click HERE to see his website. Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 135 Martha always wanted to serve leg of lamb for her many rich friends.  She envisioned them sipping expensive wine, using her fine china, and discussing the Queen’s gorgeous attire at the latest fund raiser gala.  But ever since her Rupert broke their vows with Laverne Covington on Martha’s dining table, ruining their luxurious table cloth, she knew all the guests would only be talking about all the dirty laundry at her expense.  So, this year, the fine china would remain in the hutch.  Her rich friends and Rupert could just go to China for all she cared!   Martha would be eating a large bowl of banana pudding wrapped up in her favorite wool blanket.  Who needs leg of lamb, or a wayward man when you have BANANA pudding??!!     Wishing everyone a safe and wonderful Thanksgiving 2020!

  "Migration" Painting by Eddie Schrieffer Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 128 Come join us! The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. ~Emily Dickinson     Poetry does not always plead nor pull sometimes it is stoic like the moon yet still frivolous and soft like butterflies it braves the weather of war and change yet endures the loneliness of an unopened book timeless it floats on the oxygen of souls never ending on the last poignant line yet those that hold it close to their heart take it with them with their dying breath.

  Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 127 Hosted this week by the truly amazing poet Chrissa. I was raised in the country Where the only steel in twenty miles was  the tractor  the plow  and some hearts but the truest of cutting  was never in the field so my love became a cattle guard  surrounded by a barbed wire fence and praying for rain  turned into wings strong country fences never stopped a crow only the cattle and the sheep yet even when the crow makes it to the city it’s heart still remembers the country in which it came and climbing barbed wire fences is always dangerous whether you are trying to leave or trying to get home.

  Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 124 Come join us! I feel your embrace in my deepest of dreams and I realize love is a refuge that cannot be torn down bullets are feathers that carry no weight hatchets cannot swing that far death is a bridge we all must cross heading north but love is a compass that points in all directions back before I knew the ache of an empty chair at the table my heart was a roaming lion and your love was a tree branching out that kept me safe I rested upon you full weight the fear of falling never crossed my mind my heart had never known the pounding of hitting the ground so hard now I roam streets on my own hunting for places that no longer stand before me yet I feel your embrace in my deepest of dreams and I have come to know love is a refuge that cannot be torn down.

Photo Credit "People see God every day, they just don't recognize him." ~Pearl Bailey The oldest cathedral that can be found has no doors nor walls the windows are stained by God's own brush and the bell tolls by the song sparrow's call we need not venture to the alter for we may kneel right where we stand for like the smallest of branches God is always reaching out His loving hands. © Carrie Van Horn 2020

Photography by Jason Evans click HERE for image source Linking with Verse Escape for the Friday Flash 55 hosted by the utterly amazing Joy! Thank you Joy for inspiring us! Come join us writers! “The greatest tragedy in life is not death, but a life without purpose.” ~ Myles Munroe I could not have known there was a certain mercy in empty hands Like a vase ready for meadow flowers Hollowed like a silver maple Awaiting something more All the wreckage That stole so much from my heart After the winter’s freeze Gave way to new growth Flowers that now sit upon my dinner table. © Carrie Van Horn 2020