~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XV~

September 8, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of the Lair

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!

WOW great picture of our troops. They are a beautiful sight! Nice poem by Nicholas Gordon. He is a good modern day poet.


Listening to the swing tunes as I type. Thanks for all Sam. We have rain today as I'm sure you know.

Have a wonderful day Sam.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Poets!

[Old Sarge]

Good Morning, Madam!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sarge!

Rainy day on the East Coast. Not hard rain a drizzle rain.

Maybe now that my duties as chief typesetter for the club are over I can settle in to write poetry.

[Old Sarge]

Sounds like a plan. Some Verse Soup, and Alliteration Salad are on the menu, I think...

[David L Walker straightheart]

Elizabeth Barett Browning is a ,or was a distant realtive of mine

[David L Walker straightheart]

the liberal state of things no doubt,its always been amazing to me how people will completely pan the great classics in favor of works that spout a political view from the far left,just an opinion but its mine

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, David!

that spout a political view from the far left

I agree with you by the way.

[Soaring Feather]

~Roger Williams~Autumn Leaves~

[Soaring Feather]

My Morning Mist

You are my morning mist,

my love in Autumn,

my warmth in Winter,

my joy in Spring,

my full bloom in Summer.

The soul of me lives in your heartbeat,

the smile on your face - is my love alive in you.

You are my everything 

across the mountains dividing us

and know your face is the last face I see

before my eyes close at night

and the first face my eyes see

when my eyes open in a new day.



You are and will always be my love.



 

bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
Copyright © 09.17.04
All rights reserved

Photo credit to my friend Dave.
Dave waited for hours to capture this dragonfly on film.
He then added the affects in the backgound.
Thank You, Dave, for allowing me to use this photo.

[Soaring Feather]

Ping to the above.

[Old Sarge]

Oh, Feather, this is absolutely wonderful. Thank you!

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, Sarge.

[Professional Engineer]

I hear you do peotry. ;-)

[Darkchylde]

Interesting. I find some of what she wrote difficult to comprehend.
The english language has changed just a little since her time.

[Darkchylde]

It wasn't even that the poetry was political, it wasn't. It was just
downright abstract... moreso than the haiku we had to read. The
haiku from the school books must have come from another planet.
I never understood it till hopping onto this thread.

[Soaring Feather]

Mountains

The silence broke

I found my voice

and I began to sing.

I took a train out of Anchorage and looked

at Mt. McKinley every day- I began to sing

of mountains I have crossed

of mountains I have prayed to

of mountains yet to cross

and the mountains between us.

Of the mountains of strength that is us

built boulder by boulder in lean times

and sad, happy times together

and knowing our commitment

is forever in the stars

together

we are the mountain  without a name.

bentfeather

[David L Walker straightheart]

you know thats one of the few places in our country
I havent been

[David L Walker straightheart]

yes the times have changed,and writing styles change as well
but a lot of what she wrote was woven around the love and tapestries of her time,and her love for her husband and family,he was also a poet and they often wrote viewpoints back and forth to eachother

[Darkchylde]

I understand that, as well as her references to God. It's just how she worded
things that's confusing. It's difficult to understand exactly what she was saying.
If you don't understand the english of the day, you end up thinking "ok, so you
love the guy... do you have to say it in so many, uh, words?"