My mind’s a scattered mess
Errant thoughts I cannot catch
Direct result of stress
I deeply breathe — attach
This diffuse excess
As if herding butterflies
To scented blooms of peace
I deeply breathe — and sighs
Open me — I cease
Needing order. Chaos dies.
This was much harder than I thought!
My poetry muscles are weak.
I just started working out with weights again at the gym. Some of my flesh-and-blood muscles are SO SORE. Thank goodness my brain doesn’t hurt the same way 🙂
I realize this collage is not terribly meditative, but I was looking through my photos for one of a butterfly and found this collage that I made years ago. It made me laugh.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Sally – your use of enjambment is so good! ~ it really makes your rhymes flow in such a lovely way ❤
Much love,
David
**slightly embarrassed** I had to look up enjambment. I really don’t know a lot about poetry. Thanks always for your encouragement.
🤗
Sally ❤
Just wanna let you know that this week's W3, hosted by the brilliant Suzette Benjamin is now live (it's up until Monday):
Enjoy!
Much love,
David
My mind’s a scattered mess…
I love how your start your poem, Sally.
so very nicely done🤍
Aw, thanks 😊
most welcome 🤍
You can read my heart from across the vast island know exactly what I need to hear. ❤️
Love you ❤️ you’ve been on my mind a lot lately
“As if herding butterflies
To scented blooms of peace” 💛
That’s my favorite part, too.
I like your butterfly and pig artwork – the look on the pig’s face is priceless!
I like that collage.
Love the idea of herding butterflies…it created an exquisite picture in my mind. Beautifully expressed. Thanks for joining in, Sally. ❤️
Meditation does banish the chaos – nicely done ❤️
Love it.