A Fish Watches A Butterfly
CVII.
This is a mere bit of a romp into tongue-in-cheek whimsy. I'm not sure where it's been or where it may propel us.
But you're invited ~
~ to play
with me!
Fragile butterfly
With tensile strength of steel
Who knows as much as I
How life and love should feel.
Delicate discernment
Determined by respect
And in it all a loving heart
Much more than they suspect.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Original Song-I'll See You In My Dreams - by Postcards of Life
Beautiful butterfly,
Unbridled by the loss of chains,
Sets out to find the range
A butterfly -
Can fly.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Myself
Cocoon-cracked,
Bookworm becomes
Butterfly.
Yet hovers here
Among the pages
A little longer,
Always
To return for rest
And vital nourishment.
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
I watch,
Entranced,
The thing
Take flight
As wings begin to widen.
And in the quiet
Hours of night,
Their silent sounds
Caress my ears,
Assuring me
He's safe.
It is my best reward.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Pisces wafts a watery trail;
Pisces is mysterious.
When Pisces has a tale to tell,
Then Pisces is delirious.
Capricorn is saturnine;
Capricorn’s capricious.
When Capricorn’s a friend of mine,
Then Capricorn’s delicious.
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
If butter could fly,
What would toast do?
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I'll see you in my dreams - Giant
How poignant is memory.
And how sweet.
And what fun is whimsy,
A buffer for what's too bitter-sweet.
It's good!
Whimsy is my middle name.
'Tis 51% of my nature.
If it brought pay , I'd earn a fortune.
As I'm doing this hub, I'm pleased with the various senses evoked: the sight, sound and awareness - joy - satisfaction. But - if only the smell could be incorporated!
You see, yesterday I burned a lovely favorite candle in here - in fact I nearly burned it up. The room is infused with the divine fragrance still lingering. If only you could be enjoying it with me here. So lovely. It's Pomegranite Peel and Amber scented. Um-m-m-m-
Then today earlier - I watched "The Way We Were" on DVD, looking for a movie to share with my friend-'nuther virtual son, John. And what a movie it is! But it's not the one to share with him before his big "work day" as a minister on Sunday, when he needs light 'n easy to relax him to start an early and a long workday. "TWWW" is not that light or easy a movie. But it is lovely. Perhaps we'll share it another day.
So may I simply share the music from it with you here? I sort of tremble with its beauty and its message - and at how closely it seems to parallel real life. I FEEL it strongly and treasure that.
Comments
This evokes thoughts of tire swings and fire flies, Spring afternoons and Summer nights.
What a beautiful blend of memoir and poetry!
You write so beautifully--there is a vulnerability and a lucidity in your work that I love---
Another lovely offering Nellieanna, they just keep getting 'betta'! (I don't know how that is possible, it gives one pause for thought.) Pure magic, I suspect. Regards, snakeslane
Aww shucks...!
As I read this, I was drawn into your created "Oasis." It was an ethereal experience...
Alive, aware and alert!
Appreciated very much!
Nellieanna,thats our girl
Rising through the Senoran forests
along the Rio Grande
always moving towards the sunrise
and encircling
serenity
with her delicate wings
not unlike my monarch
friends who visit here
every summer
bringing peace
pure beauty wrapped
in colors
that reflect
love and light
for all
If the monarch could
speak
They might say
"Nellieanna"
Goosebumps! Can't watch that movie though. Always makes me sad.
Hi, I suddenly missed your magical poetry and had to come over to read your latest hub, and it never disappoints, wonderful! Nice to see you, and I hope you are okay?
Nellieanna,
You will be pleased to know that I have at last bought the Second Series of 'Downton Abbey'.
I've not watched it yet, but I know I am going to love it. I really want to splurge out and get a Chesterfield high backed armchair, perhaps in bottle green, to watch this series. I think it would be fitting, don’t you?
I had an amaryllis on the window sill in the kitchen for years. these bulbs, according to the garden centres, are only good for one year, but every year it would blossom, and whereas the flower spikes usually have just one, flower on it, this one always bought out another, only slightly smaller. It was a magnificent bright, clear scarlet. It lasted for years, as I said, and then one year, gave up the ghost.
I can remember that the main flower stem would grow so quickly, several centimetres a day, sometimes. It was in a pot only a little larger than thee bulb; I don’t know where it got its nutrition from. I cook with gas, and I have a feeling that it just liked the damp atmosphere when one has cooked a decent meal and there was something in the residue from cooking in gas.
Ramble, ramble.
Much love, my very dear friend.
Ian
Hello Nellieanna. Fish and butterflies are worlds apart but drawn together by your whimsical words and imagery. Whether by wind or wave, we are all propelled in our journeys by natural forces beyond ourselves. Yet, we have our own means by which to propel ourselves and you have demonstrated that beautifully here. Your original song video reminds us that neither time, oceans nor dimension can keep any of us separated from our true love. You and George merely fly and swim in different dimensions at present but remain together in spirit. Love persists in dreams and the way we are is not forgotten. Thanks for the treat. Hugs.
Nellieanna, my dearest one. What a lovely and somehow enigmatic hub.
The title caught me for a second, as, of course, I assumed that "watches" was a verb.
Ha ha!
I have not seen 'The Way We Were' but I love the clip, and I love Streisand's voice and emotion in it... It matches your lovely thoughts and poetry.
Shame upon you for not knowing the smell of hyacinths. When Empire Mike brought up the words, my mind rushed back so many years. My mother had a lovely antique rectangular Chinese bowl on four little legs. Every year she would plant three hyacinths in it; one white, one pink, one blue, and then in the Spring they would bloom and fill the whole sitting room and the adjacent dining room with their beautiful scent. Once experienced; never forgotten.
Thank you Mike, and thank you Nellieanna.
Oh, I enjoyed this hub, as I always enjoy yours. I'll be going to bed now with a smile (at 2:00am). Oh, and Barbara Streisand with "The Way We Were" is one of my very favorites.
I am so far behind with reading and commenting, my dear Nellieanna. I look so forward to catch up with your hubs. Take care until I see you again :)
I feel sure that the scented candle is to be envied for being allowed to burn out in a room that contains Nellieanna.
Thanks for the poems. I love butterflies, so you have given me some lovely thoughts.
I felt that you described yourself, Nellieanna, in your beautiful words describing a butterfly: " tensile strength of steel ... and a loving heart." That IS you, m'dear. This is a lovely whimsical offering and the Streisand song completes it perfectly. Thank you for this treat. Voted up, of course.
Butterflies are one of our precious gifts that I adore. I also like "The Way We Were". Beautiful poetry. Rated up.
Nellieanna,
It's been a while since I commented, but I still read and enjoy your beautiful work. Sensory magic as ever...
Chris
Loved the poetry - as always. ;)
I also watched The Way We Were very recently. I enjoyed the music so thought I'd give the movie a shot too, after receiving a copy from a friend. I saw so much of some of my old relationships and others I've been exposed to in it that it felt shocking... Regardless of the setting or time period, human nature is the same.
I promise to to give his hubs my full attention later today. Off for a picnic
you know i love the music- the rock rocks!
You have so much in common with butterflies and they with you.
Perhaps the reason you write so well of them, is that they too, know who
can be trusted with thier secrets and share them with the rest
they are, you know, so selective, in who they keep as guest!
believe it or not, but it is true, when i saw you had pubbed a new hub, the memory of hyacinths filled my olfactory memories before i even read it. they were stirred by the sweetness of your love and poetry, but then i read the hub and the sweetness waned and you caught me by wonderful surprise...THIS ROCKS! welcome to my world of tongue and cheek whimsy. you had me on this one. rock on! loved it.
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