The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXII~

The Muse and Poets of The Lair | December 1, 2006 | Soaring Feather

[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

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning and good night, ms feather.

[Soaring Feather]

[Lady Jag]

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, very nice. Thank You.

[Lady Jag]

Thank you! It's beautiful!!

[Lady Jag]

Yuri Yugslev smokes inside a citrus
fruit heated with nuclear power.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL so cute!

[SoldierDad]

Ya know, I think I've heard the fish at the lake singing that very same song!

[SoldierDad]

Sorry I missed your morning ping. Had a busy day today. I hope your evening is going well.

SD

[WayzataJOHNN]

To shave, or not to shave, that is the question, to drift into stubbled bliss, or clean-shaven conformity, a question indeed!






Shave she imperiously said
and I just stood half awake there
and scratched my stubbled old chin
I like the feeling now and again
curmudgeon like instead of fair
and so I went back to bed
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[Soaring Feather]

shave.

Morning curmudgeon!

[Soaring Feather]

[Soaring Feather]

Hi SD, well we have come full circle, Good morning again. LOL

[Lady Jag]

Windmill

Even the whisper of a wind Will woo these wind-catchers To creak and groan, round and round, Moaning above tulips, red and yellow. And when one great dipping arm catches me I soar screaming into baby-blue sky, With wide and wild eyes Stirring color to a blur. “Hang on, hang on, hang on, ” My laughing heart sings, “Like love it lifts you And brings you round, And like a poem, Dancing you High above familiar ground, It never wants to put you down. Dennis Lambert

[Soaring Feather]

Oh wow, I love this poem, fantastic!

Lady, I have doors and windows open! What a day.

[Soaring Feather]

Repost from another thread

Luka Bloom~This Is The Sea




This is the title of a song pinged to me.
The poem is my pleasure from the song.





It's a wonder piece both in lyrics and music.

It's as deep as a river can flow
and shallow in places that don't show
as turbulent white water churns
crashing over boulders in the foam
flowing to a serene pasture
ambling along like a lover on a warm afternoon
breaking into a rage in rapids
and winding up in a silty delta lowland.


Soaring Feather (c) 01.06.07

[Lady Jag]

I'd have doors & window open if it wasn't so darn humid.

I can't believe this weather, but I LOVE IT!!!

It's still dark and cloudy like it has been since September, but it's 64 under the deck, the coolest place around here. Must be on the high side of the 60s out in the yard.

FOX NEWS: CROWDED COLORADO ROAD AVALANCHE. MANY VEHICLES SAID TO BE INVOLVED.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good afternoon, Lairites!

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon, Kathy!

[Soaring Feather]

Sorry late in getting back.Daughter came down with lunch and a CD to watch.

The movie was, "This Town Is Condemned", Starting Robert Redford and Natalie Wood. Good flick.