This tiny little person
latched on to my body
as long as I am wide
Miniature fist clenched around a rib of fabric,
holding on for dear life
Eyes arched in ecstasy,
then drooped in slumber
More parasitic than symbiotic,
but the sweetest symbol ever seen
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on December 6, 2016
There’s a pool of light in the backyard
It spills over the tree tops
but appears to be carved out of the grass
an oval grotto of white,
silver amongst the shadows
If it weren’t for insomnia
I wouldn’t have seen it,
Wouldn’t have seen the cool, clear light
bright amidst the dark
Being awake at this hour seems unnatural,
in terms of the real world
But in the magic of these moonbeams
I am wide open
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on August 24, 2016
I went to sleep in the springtime
I awoke in summer
A riot of green,
a vibrant rush,
an air of energy
My body reclaimed and yet not my own
the protective covering of conception gone
Gaunt fingers and ankles
ghosts of padded appendages
no longer needed to sustain life
and yet suddenly separate
A new path split
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on June 9, 2016
An island of green encrusted in jewels
illuminated by the light of oncoming traffic
globes of dandelion fluff sparkling
in the beams undercutting the night mist
a field of glittering diamonds
nothing but a mess of a nuisance by day
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on May 4, 2016
The ghost of winter,
a puff of breath
whisking swirls of snow
off the branches and into the air
a last gasp of cold crystals
the pine boughs flash frozen for a moment
and then it’s gone,
green grass poking through the raised mounds of snow
by the fledgling growth of spring
a delicate dance
but gone in the blink of an eye
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on April 5, 2016
A brown curled claw
skittering along the ground
Singular movement amidst
the frozen expanse of pavement
Only when you get close enough to see the fingers,
knuckles scraping the rocky surface,
can you distinguish the knobs of an oak leaf,
stem protruding like a tail
Propelled by the wind
a legion of birds wrapped in wing
a lizard scampering by
All alive according to the eye
But in this cold raw place between snow and spring
dry, brittle leaves are all that dance
born on the rhythm of weather patterns and wishful thinking
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on February 18, 2016
Hands shaking, limbs twitching, cells, veins vibrating, blood boiling.
Breath ragged, tears prickling, sobs wracking.
The physical shell spins
The mind reels
Emotions swarm and swamp
Even the calm between the swells a sad, dead place.
There is no taking a bow.
The dance is never over.
The dervish whirls and twirls herself into a tizzy.
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Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on September 29, 2015
Bathroom floor scrubbed
Suntan lotioned bathing suits stain-treated
Words, pages, chapters read
Iced tea enjoyed
Bare skin breeze bathed
Pressure points needled
Junk food lunch eaten
First two days of empty nest filled
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on September 1, 2015
I didn’t eat breakfast.
I drank caffeine.
I didn’t take my meds.
I stared at the computer screen all day.
I reread a beautiful, but sad book.
I cried hand-clamping tears.
I had a late lunch.
I didn’t get dressed until 4 PM.
I fought with my husband.
I looked things up online by only the light of my phone.
I went to bed too late.
I awoke at 5:45 to the crash of thunder,
the wind whirling,
the rain pummeling.
Mother Nature matching my disconcertment.
Trees torn from their roots,
leaves littering the ground –
a mess of downed limbs and debris.
But soon the sun is shining,
the water a glaze of calm.
Jennifer Butler Basile
Still, my head is in a vice.
My stomach churns.
There is much recovery to be done.
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on August 4, 2015
Why do we not let ourselves be held?
Are we afraid of the fallout?
Of the softening
that occurs with the slightest
of pressure on the hard outer shell
Cracking the protection
we have absurdly built up
Thinking we can fool
the shadows that lurk
just out of sight
A touch, a push, a gentle squeeze
and it all comes rushing to the surface
Releasing the tension
that does nothing but tie us up
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on July 28, 2015