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The Plan
10.23.06 (5:36 am)   [edit]
Sitting on the font porch, I hatched a plan
made of bare feet and a glass jar
with three holes punched in the lid.
The night smelled of passing rain,
and my fingers ached to scratch an itch,
so with wet grass between my toes,
and the strength of blood red clods beneath me,
I stood.
Watching until…
one by one they came
filling the yard with constellations;
a thousand tiny, blinking suns.
Into that sea, I cast my net
and like an apple dipped in sugar,
I too sparkled;
my tongue wet with wanting more.


Later, in my room, I poked my feet
outside the covers and lay awake
in flashing neon. There
I thought of how you’d told me of the butterfly
that found her way into your room and stayed.
Grateful for the company,
of several days in pen and paper,
I remembered how your voice shook, just a little,
when you told me that she died and how,
with two hands, you buried her.
Alone.
Somewhere in the garden.
You promised you would show me.


Throwing back the blankets,
I crossed the room on cautious tip-toe,
leaving a trail of fleeting footprints
on the cool and clammy tiles.
At the window, I breathed in and held it.
Swallowing the scent of damp clothes drying,
and the taste of lemons on my fingertips.
Moments later, when sleep found me,
I could almost hear you breathing
somewhere just beyond the crickets,
my fingers still wrapped ‘round
the neck of the open, empty jar.
 


posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 10.23.06 (12:39 pm)

Another dancing paint brush, moving across the page with little visuals flowing from its tip. I like the way you paint.

All in a jumble come my own memories of fireflies and butterflies. One just the other day.. I saw the most magnificent Monarch, big as the palm of my hand, buttering around (as butterflies clearly butter).. She flitted around me for a moment and then wandered across the street. As I walked away, I clearly remember thinking, 'I do hope she goes elsewhere to play today.' Later, as I walked to my car, I stopped in the middle of the road, where she lay, still moving, but badly damaged on one of her wings. I guess she thought the cars would be as pleased to see her as I was. I picked her up and carried her carefully to a bush away from the road. I placed her out of sight so that she may have a chance to recover. I looked for her the next morning and couldn't figure out if I was more pleased or disappointed to find no trace of her. Why are we saddened by the death of a butterfly? Could it be that we see ourselves in them? Or is it simply disappointment in the loss of life, no matter how tiny and fleeting.. And why did no one tell me as a child that fireflies are living creatures who deserve to be free? I wish I hadn't taken so long to figure this out for myself. I feel better, knowing that you were somewhere, falling asleep with the lid off.. what a delightful surprise to find this here today. :)



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 10.23.06 (8:03 pm)

Reply to: lindy

I don't know... it's strange. I leave things here and I'm not really sure what I hope for. I know I don't dream of people finding their way to this place and feeling compelled to comment on my word usage or line breaks or whatever not so subtle metaphors they see poking out from between the lines. But, if I can be so bold or so deluded to think that something here reminded you of some moment in your life that was special or ordinary, but meaningful enough to write and think about it... well, gosh, I'm not sure I could ask for more. What's more, I know that I like following the trail of your thoughts from point A to point B (and all and the detours in between). It's a great comfort to me. Thank you.

j





posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 10.23.06 (8:04 pm)

Reply to: juniperflux

Oh... and butter as a verb.

Brilliant.

*smile*




posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 10.24.06 (8:13 am)

Reply to: juniperflux

I'm smiling now. :) < - -




posted by: norbetx (reply)
post date: 10.24.06 (2:23 pm)

...
I have no words really, i'm sure they would be positive. sorry about this odd comment but i think its important you know i read it.
-Nick



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 10.25.06 (2:48 am)

Reply to: norbetx

I appreciate the company. Thank you.
j





posted by: akelso (reply)
post date: 10.25.06 (5:30 pm)

What a gift to follow your back to your own blog, from your your flutter-by mine!

This was an exquisite read. Thanks so much.

- Andrea



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 10.28.06 (5:32 am)

I've always thought of clicking on someone else's site as a sort of virtual *smile* and *wave* -- I'm glad you decided to wave. back.

j



posted by: akelso (reply)
post date: 11.03.06 (6:56 am)

Reply to: juniperflux

ok then, I'm smiling, waving and - can't resist dropping in.

I so hope you're enjoying this Friday. It's been rather a strange week ...
Take care.

- Andrea




posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 01.06.07 (2:45 pm)

I hope that you post some more writing soon.



posted by: cribananda (reply)
post date: 01.06.07 (4:15 pm)

and like an apple dipped in sugar
I love that simile. Keep writing :)



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 01.07.07 (1:24 am)

Reply to: Cutter

Gosh. Me too, Cutter. :)
It's a little slow going at the moment, I'm afraid.
That said, the fact that you still come here to look for something new means a great deal to me. I'm very grateful for your gentle little nudges.
Thank you.
j



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 01.07.07 (1:24 am)

Reply to: cribananda

Thank you.
j



posted by: evilmammoth (reply)
post date: 03.13.07 (3:02 pm)

I'm not notorious for my love of poetry, but I must say, I quite enjoy your stuff. It's poignant and full of good imagery.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 03.20.07 (7:23 pm)

Reply to: evilmammoth

"I'm not notorious for my love of poetry..."

I hope you don't count this as a fault; I can think of far more interesting things to be notorious for. Nonetheless, thank you for spending a moment or two here. Your kind words flatter me.

j




posted by: lenfanterrible (reply)
post date: 05.12.07 (4:05 pm)

Your writing is so imaginative and sensitive that it leaves nothing for me to do except admire and enjoy.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.12.07 (4:38 pm)

Reply to: lenfanterrible

How nice of you to stop and read for a moment.
I appreciate the kind words.
j

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