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

[Lady Jag]

[Soaring Feather]

Afternoon, Lady!

Well, the weekend was a normal one for me, how about you.

Did yer cats get plenty of rest??

[Lady Jag]

Hi, SF! The cats got rest and so did I, but what I want to know is, in your opinion, what is a normal weekend?   ; )

[WayzataJOHNN]

"what is a normal weekend?"

I've always had a problem with getting Normal and Weekend together as a rule!

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[WL Mantis]

Good Morning :)

[WL Mantis]

The Beachcomber

The waiting shores enjoy my prayerful walks,
Their sand like somber elegies pulled forth
From some arrangement in a minor key,
So wondered I, musician close at heart,
What tunes and keys the ocean played across,
And what its range in notes: I longed to know.
So hurriedly I dropped my rosary,
And left it there, in moonlight, on the sand,
As if I thought the waters would come forth
And lift it from its place, to count the beads
That I had counted time and time again,
So now the string was frayed, the colors faded:
The force of all my quiet songs to God.
So now, I watched the seas spill forth their sound,
The voices of that great abyss, like lights
Come dancing, jubilant, above the ground
And carrying their melancholy plights.
I calculated every note they sang,
Melodious, in their concocted lines
As if the choir of heaven had come down
To stroke the seas in music. Let us sing,
The many ships there shipwrecked now implore,
Let us be lifted up, not lying dead
Beneath fragmented lyrics on the shore,
Let us rise up in harmony instead!
And I—I took the rosary again,
Once only said on long, deserted trails,
But now I spoke again. With every prayer,
I etched some human marks into the sand,
Where tides had not yet come, where men had walked,
But only once and never walked again:
With every word I spoke, a music note
Came tumbling forth out from a rotten twig,
I’d chosen to write music with. Now I
Observed these nine set paths I’d drawn across
The wilderness of beach, these music lines,
And on them tiny notes—what could they conquer?
Still, I wrote them where I once had made
Great fortresses of sand, with walls and motes
And selling, at their gateways lemonade,
No more of castles: here come music notes.
And yet, I knew the greatness of the sea
Could not be reprimanded when off key.

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

 

Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning to you! And look at you, posting graphics-WTG!!




Your poem is wonderful, it rhymes and sings, well done.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Lady Jag]

[Soaring Feather]

Nice graphic. How you doing today?? I am okay, have errands to do soon.

[Soaring Feather]

Ping-Post 887,


WJ, WLMantis, a new poet and his work.

[Lady Jag]

Hanging in there here! Been lazy the last couple days, trying to wake up.

[Soaring Feather]

Lazy is good! Do you have class tonight??

[Lady Jag]

Class is off through the holidays till after New Years and I'm glad today.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh good! A nice break. ;)

[Lady Jag]

Well, a break for a busy time of year . . .

[Soaring Feather]

I well remember those days at Community College, especially my first year. Oh, It was madness. I hung in there and when the break came, I fell in a heap.


I loved those years, they were fabulous for me.

[Lady Jag]

Back then we had fewer responsibilities and it was sweet.

These days it's still sweet if you survive the holidays...