The Escapist’s Colouring Club November 😁

Well here we are another year done, less than one month left and Christmas will be here!

This is the picture I picked for November lovely flowers and butterflies.

And above is the finished article. I used my original set of pencils plus my new pastels.

This brought to you care of LindaGHill‘s The Escapist’s Colouring Club.

Butterfly Child

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The child

She was a different child
So unlike the rest a mystery
Not defiant nor yet meek and mild
Biding her time hiding something wild

Often she went missing for days
They grew not to worry for her
Assuming she had magic ways.
Mother nature had her in her care.

She thrived and grew like a camilleon
Carrying an aura of colour as she went
Filling their heads like a loved song
A calming presence a soft scent

One day like a whisper she was gone.
Some of the light of lives deminished
Her metamorphosis was at last done
She spread her wings Ties to them finished.

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Butterfly

Butterflies of Love

On no man did she depend

Rather to herself true

She turned inward to befriend.

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Tiny butterflies of love

Escape from heaven

Ecstasy pure as  the dove

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Unspoken their lust did rise

Such joy forbidden

Taboos blown to wind and skies

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Isabelle

Isabelle  was  tired  of  hanging  around it  seemed  like  she  she had  been  waiting   half  her life  for  something  to  happen. Here  she  was  hanging  by  a  thread, suspended  in mid  air  wondering  is  this it.

Thinking  back  she  could  remember  those  happy  days  when  she  could  eat   all she  wanted  when  ever  she  liked. Without fear  of  what  she looked  like .
But now she was wrapped up cocooned like a mummy.

Was life going still going on or had the whole world stopped. just like her life had.
Suddenly Isabelle felt very strange. What is happening to me she thought. Suddenly she felt as if she was melting. Slowly to her horror she was disintegrating in to a liquid mush!
Isabelle lost consciousness and all went black.

The sun was suddenly warm and as Isabelle awoke she was amazed to find that she was emerging from that which had held her.

What was this she was no longer short and fat , she had wings and what a beautiful colour they were! Antenna she had antenna and she suddenly knew she could fly.

As she warmed herself in the sun she wandered was this a miracle ? No this is Metamorphosis.

This is part of lindaghill ScOs
Here is the pingback

Nonet :Flutter By Butterfly.

Butterflies

Flutter by  butterfly fill the sky

With  gloriously  coloured  wings.

Fill my heart  with happy dreams

Help me build future schemes

Watching  you fly high

Makes my heart try

To catch you

Make you

Mine

 

Just Jot it January: Exposed,trapped.

Once blessed  and smiled on from up above

Yes showered  with adoration

All was within my tiny grasp

What more was there I’d ask

Queen of all I saw

Then exposed

My flaws

All.

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Flutter here flutter  by

Come  come  sweet  butterfly

Why such  sorry  why  such pain

Spread  your wings  smile again.

Unfurl your  wings  you must  try

To  reach the sun you must fly.

Don’t  lie  there on the ground

Escape escape  before  you are  found!

 

 

This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.

Thanks for tuning in and if you want to join, feel free to click on the link and start jotting!

 

 

 

If we were having Coffee: Guest Post From Paul.

If we were having coffee – July 27/2014

Of butterflies – of happiness – of aircons –and raccoons

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Hi there, my name is Paul. Willow has graciously asked me to serve up tea and coffee here today– and that’s new to me, so I’m a bit nervous. I’m hoping that you, her readers, will drop by to chat and have a cuppa while we share stories.

Welcome and come on through to the garden – we’re having our coffee and tea back there where we can enjoy the flowers, watch the butterflies and have a biscuit while we chat. What is your favorite kind of tea or coffee? We have quite a selection, so just name your brand and I’ll prepare it. The cream, sugar and honey are on the table.

Beautiful day isn’t it? Where I’m from – Ottawa – we’ve had some hot days this week, over 30 Celsius, but it’s cooled down now and is quite enjoyable. That is significant to me because you see I’m pretty clumsy and when I tried to install my window air- conditioner recently, I accidentally dropped it out the window down two stories. No  casualties except the air con but I think I can fix it. I’m sure it would have been amusing had anyone been watching.

Well, what has been happening in your world this week? No topic is off limits. Me? Well, quiet for now (except for the crashing of an air conditioner) – the way I like it for the time being. Are you ready for another cuppa?

I’m often taken aback at where I get good life advice when I’m open and listening. Does that happen to you sometimes too? Just Wednesday this week I was resting for a moment on a concrete bench outside the hospital before I went in for dialysis and a young woman of about 16 years asked if she could sit beside me. I moved over to give her room and she sat down. She had a round and cheerful face and was dressed in a pink hoodie with matching sweat pants and sneakers. She told me that she was 17 days sober today and I congratulated her. There is an addiction inpatient program there as well as a mental health inpatient facility. Most are allowed out around the grounds when they are deemed

safe (for others and as a flight risk). She introduced herself as Karen (name changed) and then asked if people as old as her could learn to speak French.

It is Canada’s other official language and around the capital here much is bilingual and some is uni lingual French or English.

Karen told me that she had been accepted into a rehab facility but it was French. She also told me that she had a learning disability. From her logic and conversation I had suspected she might be challenged. I assured her that she could learn French a long as she practiced it – and that she could learn a new language with practice no matter how old she was. She then turned to me and said; “You know it really doesn’t take much to be happy does it? I’m happy with a safe place to live, people who will help me, enough food to eat, and some sunshine.” I agreed with her and then had to say Good-bye and go in for my treatment. Life really is that simple isn’t it? What do you think? What makes you happy?

Can I refill your cuppa? Another biscuit perhaps? You know one of my English friends described meeting a hedgehog recently. I’ve never seen one – they don’t live here in Canada. We do have a small woodland creature though that causes some havoc and survives well in urban areas – the raccoon. I understand that they have packed their little suitcases and emigrated to the European mainland but haven’t gotten to England yet. I suspect they’d enjoy the British countryside. They are very cute   read about  them  here.  but terribly curious. They are quite smart, can get into any containers, and are a pest. One of our major retailers –Sears – has produced

a commercial using a raccoon to sell their glasses. It is hilarious (and only 33 seconds)

The moral is: Don’t forget your glasses. Raccoons generally don’t get that aggressive but if they are used to humans they can. When my ex and I were still together, we had a raccoon family of four arrive on our back step one evening. They discovered a tub of jujubes that the kids had left there and were busy chomping and slurping the candies. We tried to shoo them away but they were not going until the jujubes were finished. It was too funny watching them get the chewy candies stuck between their teeth.

Well, it’s been great having coffee and tea with you today. I enjoyed our chat and hope you’ll come back again. Any comments or suggestions or just a “Hi!” are greatly appreciated. I will respond to them all. And a special thanks to Willow for providing the forum.

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‘”The time has come,” the Walrus said,

“To talk of many things:…”’ – The Walrus and The Carpenter, Lewis Carroll

If we were having coffee I’d ask  you : would you like another  cuppa, or  a biscuit . I’d  tell you I have really  come to enjoy  these chats  and I’d  love  to here  what you would  tell me , If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

FanfoFeb: Sunshine Hues

Golden hues draw me into you

Open warmth compliments my blue.

Gently my fluttering wings

Guide me to your warm center.

Light my legs alight.

Golden yellow white

Stop my flight

Thankful

Rest

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