Mutatio.
The tumultuous tides of change,
Bring with them glory,
A metamorphosis
Of unprecedented levels,
Carrying the salty scents of the unknown ocean in front of us,
Enchanted by the mystery of our kind,
As for us, legs stretched in front
While we lounge on our porch chairs,
Cloth masks strewn on the table,
We see the world transform
Into what?
One will just have to wait and see.
- ladybell
Warm Summer Afternoons
They lay on the fields of pale yellow, staring up at the cloudless sky. Refusing to look at one another, or acknowledge the other’s existence at all, really. All that mattered in this moment was the breeze that ruffled their clothes and the rustling of the grass as it swayed to the music of the winds. The welcome chirping of birds as they extended the shadows that twined around their strewn -out sandals. The faint sound of a tractor in the distance, muted by the chatter of their minds. Right now, all they could think about as they stretched their hands up towards the blinding sun was the wisdom of the fields, supported by the laughter lines around their eyes as they rejoiced in the freedom of living.
- ladybell
Farewell, Fear Darling.
In the early hours of the day,
I chanced upon the weathered remains of a worry,
One that surfaced during a particularly brash storm
but had crumbled during the purge of the mind
we call meditation,
and I stomped on it,
once.
I said,
"You shall never have power over me."
Twice.
"You are not what I am."
Three times.
"And I will never be you."
- Lady Bell
Loved One
Close your eyes
and think of me,
Did I appear
as I said I would?
Did your eyes fill with tears
as you addressed my wounds with your gaze,
Not daring to utter the truth
Out of fear that I would go away,
And leave you all alone.
But did you know?
The truth is,
You will never be alone,
In this life,
The next life,
And the one after that,
I have always held, and will hold,
your trembling hand,
and draw peace as it steadies
from the growth of your heart.
- Lady Bell
