"RAINBOWS & BUTTERFLIES"

I once was a girl

In this world

Who used to twirl

Around in circles of butterflies

And rainbows and twirls of free

as it was to be

In disguise of masks and makeup

And sighs

Of truth and lies

And blowup

Of disguises

Of realities of yesterday

And I do say

I am here today

Discovered I can be free

As a butterfly or to be

Free as a tree

Swaying in the wind

To send

Fragments of leaves and scents of Indian summer

across the way

to not be a bummer

but a clever elder

of truth does not lie

no mask in disguise

of a caterpillar of this elder

spreads her wings of beauty

of life

of metamorphosis into the blue

the rainbows of rain and thunder

splendor

of the silence of nature extender

of time of spaces

of laughter

of tears

in this time of year

this free spirit

is stationery now

you asked how

I tell you out of the blue

For you

For everyone to know

I am old

But still laugh

Still cry

Wonder why

You ignore me

Gossip about me

Lie about me

Then I remember you always said that

Years ago, to spat

Oh, I don’t like her only because you don’t like depth

Of dangling conversations of time and space

At 75 I have learned I have always been a deep thinker

Of Chantilly lace

And further my look into the depths of your soul

So bold

I am

Silence to be

Is to me

Golden

Of green trees and blue seas

Your narrow mindless of depth of judgmental brain cells

Could swell

My anger into spirals of fire

But I don’t care anymore

You go your way

On this day

As the trees sway this way

To the tune of this song

So not see you soon in this song

All along

I don’t care

I am in the light

Despite

Old friends who judge

Tell me I should if I could change my way

Not today love

Not today love

I am me

To be

A humanitarian of your dreams

Which in your judgmental brain

Is a weak scheme for you to be mean to me

To gossip

To spat rumors of time and space

While I still sit as a butterfly of metamorphosis in my Chantilly lace

I once was a girl

In this world

Who used to twirl

Around in circles of butterflies

And rainbows and twirls of free

as it was to be

In disguise of masks and makeup

And sighs

Of truth and lies

And blowup

Of disguises

Drinking my coffee

Eating my gummies

Not to be chummy

With people who judge and become a big lug

Of smashed cherries spewing out sour juices

Loose lips sink ships

This ship is not sinking

I am thinking

So, what is in your closet?

Metamorphosis is the light

Turned on

Out of my closet

Fancy and free

Scarlet red of gummy bears

Into their lairs

Of time and space

As I sit here in my Chantilly lace.

WRITTEN BY

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

COPYRIGHT 2024

TRUSSELLI ART

MUSIC BY VICKI & SUNO

ONCE AGAIN, I AM THE LEGTIMATE AUTHOR OF THE POEM LYRICS, MUSIC, AND VIDEO SEPTEMBER 20, 2024.