The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread XXXI

Talented poets and friends of The Dragonflies' Lair | October 5, 2006 | bentfeather/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©
2002

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SoldierDad]

And a very good morning to you SF.

[Lady Jag]

Good morning!

[SoldierDad]

Good morning LJ. May your day be full of cheer.

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, I have not seen this graphic in a good while, always a favourite. ;)


Windy as the dickens here. No rain and the temps are in the 60s, not bad if one does not get blown away.

[Lady Jag]

All it is is gray and dark here.

However, I woke up this morning to no electricity and no idea why. Obviously, it's back on now; maybe the townies wanted to make sure we all set our clocks right.

It is 65 and insanely humid right now.

[Soaring Feather]

It is 65 and insanely humid right now.



Sounds just like here, I have the window open a crack and the back door as well, a good blow through is good.

We have not lost power as far as I am aware.

[Lady Jag]

We don't have the wind and I don't tolerate humidity well anymore, so my AC is on and maintaining 70 drier degrees in here.

[Soaring Feather]

My ac is out of the window for the winter. I think maybe your humidity is higher than mine at the moment. I don't feel very uncomfortable. Guess it's the open window helping with that.

[Lady Jag]

Wind makes a difference with humidity, especially when it's hitting you, it's drying.

Humidity here right now is 97%!

[Soaring Feather]

Temp is 64, humidity is 78%, high, but not as high as yours.

Cute graphic!

[Lady Jag]

78% is still high.

One of my cats is bugging the hell out of me and I don't know why. Gotta go see.

[Soaring Feather]

Al Jarreau

We're In This Love Together

[WayzataJOHNN]

Solitary

Eyes, hungry for just a glimmer of light
ears seeking a sound not made by just one man
a mind starved for another, trapped beyond lonely
But he is so alone, forgotten, a single soul only
condemned to solitary, an existence they did ban
though he can’t remember why now, is it right

Just eight steps wide and fourteen long the cell
and every feature of the walls known to touch
his claw-like hands now become his surrogate eyes
seeking something new and fair in hope before he dies
a silent world absorbing rage and pain, oh so much
this granite chamber holding his own version of hell

Once a day they feed him, once in a day a hope
but then dashed with a slamming door in his face
a cruel laugh and darkness enfolds him again
his tired soul tattered by silence’s subtle din
wishing this purgatory had finally run its race
and wondering if he’ll ever learn at last to cope

There are no days in this eternal night without end
no ancient sun to warm cold stone floors and walls
no chance for amends, or do it over better this time
now there’s only the beating of his heart, of life a mime
waiting for anyone to give that sweet eternal final call
when freedom comes however it will, his spirit bends

[Soaring Feather]

Oh man, people live like this and are not in a cell.

[Soaring Feather]

She head was bent nearly
touching the ground
the loneliness hung
round her heart and pulled
her to the ground

the agony of those vapid nights
her eyes with tears and sorrow
'twas once upon a time she loved

the winging of the snow white dove
the cooing of the turtle dove
and chatter of the love birds there

in the gilded cage of gold
high above the din of town
she lived in opulence and pride
with her true love by her side

the time came he grew away
she could not hold the wandering sway
he left and with him took her heart
her will to life dashed to bits like her heart

In a lonely cell she lived
dark and dreary no sun displayed
the years of solitary played it course
on her face and laid down the creases
deep and wide
her golden hair turned
snow white, her shoulders slumped
from burdens care and the emptiness
of nightly meals supped alone in hollow halls
too much to bare.

Oh let me die this night she prayed
let me fill my empty grave
that I may begin my soaring ride
in the stars by his side.


Soaring Feather
11.16.06

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Lady Jag]

Little Hummingbird

Look at the little hummingbird hover over there. Isn't it amazing how he seems to stand still in mid air. Big bang, you say and by mere happenstance that the hummingbird is this way. Almighty God spoke it and so it was, one fine and wonderful day. Michael D. Jones