Night Butterfly Thoughts | Antoni Ooto

On the Sharp Edge of Night

a trove of unsettling dreams descends;

    the buckling scaffold swaying
    the parked car missing
    running lost in an unwelcoming city

but lately,
while treading a new landscape,
my dreams have changed

fired with color and healing,
a comfort now,
stresses unhook 

and I walk slowly forward
following a spirit
into “a warm honey light.”*
                                                             *Jane Kenyon
Gerry Shepherd
Mysterious Landscape — Investigation Two

A Butterfly

Her heart skipped 
slowly     or  too slowly
fast      or too fast
a butterfly rhythm without discipline

concern was only for others
and too, her generous smile proving she was alright

when she died
all fears of loss left with her

so too, a favorite chair
the coral afghan    music    friends
and letters in a box marked “save”
Miroslava Paanayotava
Girl and Rose

Dropping Off Thoughts


in 1 out 2…

Choosing a path toward nothing
offers no edges

People unbidden, visit openings,
and places postcard through

I’m never alone in my head
even crowded at times—playing host

in 3 out 4…

Tree-dropped pears of summer
the attar of pine
Aunt Wanda’s smile

and those childhood hiding places
erased for now—

try again

in 1 out 2…
Gerry Shepherd
Meditation in a Wood

©2021 Antoni Ooto
All rights reserved


Be inspired… Be creative… Be peace… Be

Kindly phrased comments welcome here.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.