Quiet Chaos
I wish I knew the quiet chaos of butterflies, their swirling world among flowers and wildgrasses, where water-painted wings catch each breath of wind, and stained-glass colours flicker and twirl like tiny speckles of sun through the eye of a kaleidoscope. I wish I knew the quiet chaos of butterflies. My world is one where feet stomp, voices blare, and fast is never fast enough, where silence is scary, colour breeds fear, and and no one takes the time to catch the breath of wind. Shelly Blankman Shelly Blankman and her retired husband have two sons who live in Texas and New York. Shelly and Jon fill their empty nest in Columbia, MD, with four rescue cats and a foster dog. Shelly spent most of her career days in public relations and journalism, although her first love has always been poetry. Previous poetry has appeared in Praxis Online Magazine, Silver Birch Press, Winedrunk Sidewalk, Whispers, and Social Justice Poetry, among other journals.
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