Like a Drunken ButterflyA Poem by MsJewel~ odd things happen during the Santa Ana winds ~“It was one of those
hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your
hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch” Raymond Chandler
A blistering summer afternoon scented of peaches, plump with fragrance, sweetening the yesterday’s sweeping the shores of my
eyelids… The day should be ripe with possibilities
So, why do I feel anxious…misplaced…perhaps a bit “out of
sorts”?
The glittering sun shares a wink, as if he holds the secret but surely the wind must know, this dry, hot wind, born in the desert breathing through a pastel sky as restless as the unspoken words playing hide and seek with the hillflowers, withering in the July heat…
And stronger still as the trees moan and the howl rises teasing my hair, tickling my cheek, rustling my wings… and at once I’m spinning as uncontrolled as
the zephyr twirling, twisting wild, feral, untamed and
unable to focus yet content in my vertigo flying towards the unknown like a drunken butterfly heading to its next fermented
flower
Yes, let the summer air set me free… for beautiful paths cannot be discovered without getting a
little lost © 2017 MsJewelAuthor's Note
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Added on July 4, 2017Last Updated on July 4, 2017 Tags: Wind, butterflies, lost, uncontrolled, msjewel, poetry AuthorMsJewelThe Beach, CAAboutI've been writing poetry for 15 years. My poetry isn't unique in any way, but it is written from the heart. I have trouble keeping up with everyone's poetry, so please send me rr's. I enjoy rec.. more..Writing
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