the puppy and the girl

Once there was a little girl
She went through the land and all through the world
She marched to a drummer
That played in the head of just this little girl
People liked to see her as she went
To and fro, across and through, and around the bends.
This little girl had magic healing powers
Though of them she was remarkably unaware
But, others, they could sense this
And soon word spread across the land
That this girls magic was in her little hands
What happened next was almost sad
But the little girl would not have said so
For everyone had need of her
And, no one would free her and let her go.
Soon she spent all of her time
Healing those who wanted all of her for themselves.
So the little girl was still to and fro,
But not with pleasing, frolicking skips.
For soon she found that those who only took
Were draining her sip by sip by sip by sip.
Til one day she came upon a puppy
Who was fierce and full of pain
She tried to reach out to help him
And he yelped and withrew from her hands.
This puppy had once loved somebody
He had wanted to be loyal and true
His nature said this is how he should be
But, he was hurt when he let his nature come through.
The little girl, mystified and intrigued
Reached her hands from a different way
Though the puppy could feel the glitter of magic
He nipped her and turned his face away.
You see, he had believed in that magic
He had tried to create it before
But the other boys and girls had only mocked him
They had kicked him, cut him, and then beat him some more.
This little girl decided to try a new way
For her heart felt a connection to this wounded animal
She began to frolic around the young pup
She wanted him to believe
That she would not hurt or abuse him
She needed to resuscitate his capacity for trust.
Over days and weeks the young pup
Began to enjoy this girls visits
And the little girl found
when she used her magic as she chose
That she was not tired or weary any more.
She began to realize that she needed this pup
At least as much as he needed her
And that together they could heal their wounds
And then spread the magic throughout the land.
The weeks turned into months
Their time went swifly by
But, still the puppy was having a terrible time
Believing the girl
He wanted to believe that they were not lies
That she would be loyal and true
He felt the magic as it whirled around her
He wanted her to feel his too.
The little girl was puzzled.
She knew that she loved this young pup.
Yet she felt that his barriers were keeping them
From using their magic the way they should.
As the months passed
She was still nursing wounds on her hands
From times when he had nipped and bit
In the fear and disbelief that raged within
She tried to understand
The depths to which this young pup had been maimed
She wore no bandages on her wounds
But, learned how to control the pain.
The villagers do not know
The end of this little girl's tale
But, they have realized
That her loyalty will not fail
Perhaps that is part of her magic
The undefinable things that she sees
The trick is that if she sees them
She will not let go of what she believes
So, still the girl and the puppy play
And still she hopes he will heal
For she knows the power within them both
Is greater if combined and allowed to release.
For the puppy the conflict rages on
And he sorrows for how he has hurt the girl
Yet he does not know yet how to stop
And let her all the way into his animal world
He glimpses the magic they could create
And can almost taste it on his tongue
This makes the conflict all the more fierce
So it rages on and on and on and on...

Letting Elves in the World Again

The emerald grass crunched beneath her feet
As she tiptoed through the forest
Her ears were perked and listening
For clues to an enemy’s presence

Through black and misty trees
Another lass emerged
She, too, was trying to not be seen
Her muffled footsteps were not heard.

Quietly these two fair maids
Approached each other’s paths
When suddenly one yelped loudly in alarm
As they bumped one another’s backs

They fell to the ground-giggling and gleeful
With hearts as free as unfettered birds
These two Elvin friends that were playing pretend
Enjoying the magic that lay in the firs

Their hair curled round their ears
Their eyes were alive with hope
They spoke of their dreams and imagining things
Of nightmares and evil they never spoke

These two darling elves, enjoying their days
Playing in worlds past and future
Creating the wonder that lit up their faces
Not caring for bland and colorless fare

Then one day in their wonderful dreaming spot
An ogre came and destroyed their field of play
She told them that only foolish ones thought
That life could be colored in so many shades

She chastised them for their wandering ways
And warned them never to roam
They must never think that they could escape
And set out on adventures or grow

The ogre destroyed all the joy that she found
And left these tiny elves distraught
She sauntered away, pleased and assured
That this was quite a good lesson she’d taught

For there once was a time, if you go back very far
That this ogre was not always so mean
In fact, at one time, she had hopeful eyes
And (gasp!), she had even had dreams

So, it was her duty, her call, her job
To make sure these impetuous elves
Knew that their dreams and hopes and fun
Were only going to damage themselves

Better to dash any creative thoughts
To clear any springing up of imaginings
Than to have them find out later than this
That elves simply were not allowed to be

These two little elves, with hair round their ears
Lost dreams shining in their eyes
Sat still and dejected, not saying a word
Each feeling the loss of her fire

When out through the firs came a rustling sound
Bursting through them came an Elvin man
An Elvin man? This did not make sense
For elves could not grow into women and men

This Elvin man came over to them
He handed them a soft cloth for their tears
He slowly sat down and began to tell
Of how he had avoided their ogre-ish fears

He told them that he’d been a knight in these woods
He told them that he’d been a pirate at sea
He told them of how he’d saved his true love
From a witch who liked to eat Elvin meat

He quietly smiled as he continued his tales
Their tears farther apart and more few
He told them of when he’d been a fierce shark
And of the time he’d slain a dragon…or two

He began to laugh as he went on to explain
The time that he’d been a court jester
He told them the same jokes he had told to the king
And, noticed their eyes were getting much drier

Soon these young Elvin lasses
Were shaking with laughter again
Their eyes sparkled with his adventures so grand
Their delightful magic was creeping back in

The older elf with his wise, twinkling eyes
Patted them each on the head as he smiled
With love for their souls written on his discerning face
He bade them return to their games and wiles

He reminded them that ogres know some things
But to listen to everything they say would be rash
For nobody should stifle fanciful thoughts
Or the magic would never come back

He also reminded these two petite ones
That ogres were not always so
They had in the past been choice little Elves
Who grew up and had lost their free souls

As the older elf crouched to his knees
He looked them deep in their eyes
He said do not fear and do not be ashamed
Your magic you should never hide

When you hold on to this sparkling place
You’ll teach others to do so too.
And, this is the way we can bring back the Elves
And remind them of what they can do

When the Elven girls turned home for the night
And looked back to bid him goodbye
He had already disappeared into the firs
But, they felt the magic in his flight

Remembering his words these two made a pact
to never the magic ignore
That as they grew older and tempted to change
They would not let themselves become ogres.

With their sincere pact a tide was turned
A wondrous change occurred
Slowly and carefully over the years
Elves began to take back the land.

I might be twirling...

My legs quiver and quake
Almost imperceptibly
My heart flutters and takes
Two beats instead of one
My skin is tingling and full of
needles that painlessly prod
I can hear stars dancing above
As the planets glide round the sun
My toes curl as delight overflows
My skin is flushed in the rhythm
The scent of you caresses my nose
I feel the sparks within the connection
Your breath warm and soft on my skin
Your words filling my soul
Just as I get ready to let you in
I realize that I am alone.

The Almost

the almost
Moving slowly towards it
Apprehension bubbles and sweats out through my pores
Breathing is tricky right now
Breaths come only with concious and careful thought
Mouth is open slightly
Will this make breathing easier and keep me alive?
I swallow, and try to
swallow the tension and fear so that my mouth will be free.
They go into my stomach.
Now my stomach is full and overflowing back up
They threaten to overtake
my mouth again and spill out over my lips and onto it.
Somehow I control them,
And they begin to descend again into the charred tummy
I look at it and wonder
Can I do this task and snatch the reward and beauty from the pain?
Maybe it is too late
Maybe I see some glorious thing that does not truly exist.
I decide to try anyway
I look out over myself and my fear and the blackness behind my eyes
And, as I move in
With baited breath, parted lips and slightly crooked teeth
I fall.

the beginning

so here I am at work creating this blog. I have been planning to go the blog route for some time now and the trick has been finding the time to set it up. I have the traditional myspace and facebook profiles, as well as yahoo groups. I am looking to streamline, though. I want to create a more accurate picture of some parts of me...so, this is just the beginning...