Call for Entries

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It’s been a long time!!

Hello to anyone who might still follow even though I haven’t posted in such a long time.

I’m involved in a new movement, sharing space through online Heart Circles and we are looking for personal stories that fit with our values.

Our movement is Butterfly 11 https://www.facebook.com/Butterfly11Movement on Facebook and I thought some of you might be interested in taking a look and maybe sharing stories.

Our vision at Butterfly 11 is to create a world where everyone is heard, loved and accepted. And our mission is to empower everyone to be their authentic selves.

But perhaps most importantly, we want this movement to be bigger than those of us who initiated it.

What we’re creating is a safe space for people to show up as who they really are and for all of us to connect in our very humanness through online gathering and written stories.

If you’d like to contribute a personal story or a poem around your personal journey – we would love to hear from you.

We ask that your original piece of content is centred around our values – Unconditional Acceptance, Connection, Empathy, Respect, Trust.

When we share your submission with our audience you can choose to be anonymous or to receive credit for your post, whichever you prefer. We would simply be thrilled to hear from you!

 

Sleeplessness

 

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Night falls and darkness comes,

cars slow on the road below.

Shadows making pictures now,

for the walls to put on a show.

My monkey brain is shouting,

so much louder than the day.

As much as I want to go to sleep,

this buzz will not fade away.

Just an hour ago I was tired out,

I could hardly keep my eyes open.

The thing I asked as I retired,

was one night with sleep unbroken.

Now my legs just want to dance,

like those shadows on the walls.

Ideas I had and somehow lost,

it’s just now I find I’ll recall.

I turn my head and turn it back,

as I need those pillows cold.

Throw the bedclothes on the floor,

it’s not that I’m being bold.

Oh sleeplessness I hate you so much,

I’ll never welcome you in.

Perhaps I’ll make a milky drink,

no maybe I’ll go for the gin!

 

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I’m guessing you know when I wrote this!

A Scary Poem

 

It’s with silent trepidation,

I climb slowly to the top.

Warning creeks behind me,

will my heart just stop.

The turning of my stomach,

I’m feeling every churn.

A cold hand on my shoulder,

is tempting me to turn.

Now my hands upon the latch,

as if it’s in suspension.

A heaviness across my brow,

displays all this tension.

I cannot press my finger down,

to open up the lock.

Beyond the door there’s terror,

I cannot take a shock.

I close my eyes and turn again,

just in case their there.

And very gently step down now,

feeling for the stair.

My hand is upon the bannister,

my heart went on before.

When I hear a gentle creaking,

the opening of the door.

~

Daily Prompt – Churn

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Blue Moon

 

 

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That was certainly ‘full on’ couple of days, that big blue moon I mean. I went from happiness to despair and back again. I can be affected by the moon, I recognise and prepare for it, but this last one hit me for six.

On Monday I woke up feeling an emotional wreck, tearful and despondent. I couldn’t see much good in life. I opened my arms and embraced hopelessness fully and without question. Life was pointless, I was pointless and anything out there in the future just wasn’t worth it.

I spent the day going from one disaster to the next. I burnt toast, opened the door and the heavens opened, got lost and ran out of fuel. I didn’t want to talk to anyone and didn’t have anyone to talk to. It rained all day, for the umpteenth day that was, and the plants drowned.

Do you recognise this day, have you visited?

Yesterday I woke up singing, nothing had happened but my world had changed overnight. The sun was shining, the plants didn’t look that bad and I had things to do, people to meet and places to go. Everything went right, starting with my hair and outfit and moving onto everything else. I laughed with the people I met, finished projects and got new leads. People warmed my heart and made me feel loved. To put it simply, life couldn’t be better.

That moon is powerful but I think there’s so more going on. I constantly see double digits, my dreams are wild and my intuition is on overdrive. I think I’m being prepared for something. I’m releasing and letting go, the tears are cleansing, cathartic and restoring. Tears are the weeping of old wounds, healing from the depths within.

Are any of you getting this, are you experiencing similar? Are you managing the changes that are happening or are you immune to it? Is it necessary for growth, is it happening to all of us. Do some people just not notice or are they being left behind?

I know it’s crazy but it’s my kind of crazy now. I’m rolling with it, I’m trusting that there’s something wonderful to come. Today’s another sunny day and any clouds are just full of hope.

I watch the moon daily, I live by the sea and often stand on the shore watching the tides, sun and moon. I’ve been sun gazing too, that’s another story. The sun feeds me and the moon washes me, they are necessary to my growth, just as they are to the plants and everything else.

It’s all just cycles, I’m in a cycle, I’m moving through and so are you. Love to hear what you think of my craziness 🙂

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Roller Coaster

Strapped in, very slowly at first,

we start to climb up high.

My stomach’s holding butterflies,

I really don’t know why.

I’m seeing the peak above me,

the rest cannot be found.

I know that when I reach there,

I will go crashing down.

That’s my life on a roller coaster,

always another drop.

I’ll reach the peaks of happiness,

somethings going to stop.

All the rides are turbulent now,

as none are on the flat.

If there’s one thing to remember,

I have to hang on to my hat.

We all take different places here,

on very similar rides.

Hitting highs and reaching lows,

there’s others here beside.

We recognise those spirals now,

after traveling for so long.

But preparation doesn’t help,

it’s more about staying strong.

We know it’s in the planning,

this crazy ride we live.

I wish they’d put the breaks on,

as something’s got to give.

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Weather

The rain is playing an awful dirge,

it’s as if it senses my mood.

I’ve told it enough to sling it’s hook,

not caring if I sound rude.

The winters gone on far too long,

grey skies and pouring rain.

It needs it’s marching orders now,

as it’s really become a pain.

So who I pray is friends with the sun,

can you call a favour or two.

Do tell her that she’s welcome to stay,

if she really does listen to you.

Tell her that we find her so radiant,

that’s truly said from the heart.

And ask her to bring blue skies along,

tomorrow would be a good start.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2018

 

 

My Strange Travels

I visit a parallel world in my dreams,

a small voice at the back of her mind.

I’m sure it’s my parallel self that speaks,

when I think things I’d not be inclined.

 

I travel across there while I’m asleep,

and I’m starting to feel quite at home.

She’s a life so similar yet different,

it’s like here with a fork in the road.

 

As I travel through time to see myself,

I’m as sure she can come visit me.

So I give time to those whispers I hear now,

I’m listening out for myself you see.

 

My other worlds not a strange place,

but a new place I’m getting to know.

I’m a very small spark of inspiration,

a whisper on a frequency that’s low.

~

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