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

[Soaring Feather]

Oh this is just so neat. Thanks.

[Kathy in Alaska]

A walk in the snow: Shinto priests make their way to an altar for new year's prayer as snow falls on the Kamigamo shrine in Kyoto, Japan.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Do you have any last words? Perhaps a cigarette? Actually, the blindfold is to test the bowser's balance, not to prepare him for the firing squad in Kolodishchi, Belarus. The Belarussian Defense Ministry is training dogs to detect explosives, mines and drugs.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Knut goes knuts: Tickle his little paw and the arms flail and out comes the tongue. Works like a charm. Little Knut has had to be hand-fed at the Berlin Zoo because his mother, Tosca, rejected him.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Trailing a tail 18 million miles long, the McNaught Comet illuminates the night sky over Dunedin, southern New Zealand. The comet will be visible until the end of the month.

[Soaring Feather]

Trailing a tail 18 million miles long, the McNaught Comet

Thanks for the pictures. All good ones.



HUGS

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Lady Jag]

Joy and Sorrow

Then a woman said, 'Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.' And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, 'Joy is greater than sorrow,' and others say, 'Nay, sorrow is the greater.' But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall. Kahlil Gibran

[Soaring Feather]

Hello Lady.

Another thought.

Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.

Abraham Lincoln (1809 - 1865)

[WayzataJOHNN]

Sorry not to be around much of late, but been tied up with court needs for this ^^%%$$##@@ knee. Hope the be back soon and plague ya all ;^)


Of dawn the moment ruby red
with hints of pearl pale to blue
and I stare out the window my mind as lead
and only inertia holds me here I swear it do!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, to you.

Sure hope all works out well for you with the knee thing.



Lovely little poem. Rich in imagery.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Lady Jag]

My Cup Of Joy

No label I could trace you to, Not an import or as a reserve, My cup of joy, You are unique. Your love is a liquid that flows through me, Continuous without ending, A quench unsatisfied, Always fresh and changing. Never demanding only welcoming, A warmth that lingers on, My cup of joy, You can do me no wrong. With you my cup is always full, Regardless of your strength and size, It is the constant joy you bring to me, Even words fail to describe. Svetlana Konstantinov

[Soaring Feather]

Your love is a liquid that flows through me,

Fabulous line! Wonderful poem.

[Lady Jag]

How are you today?

I'm going out again for an hour or two, it's getting colder, too. Woowoo.

[Soaring Feather]

I am very well thanks. I had an appointment at 1:00 pm.

We have brilliant sunshine right now. The forecast is for some snow flurries. Temps not bad at all - in the high 30s.

[NicknamedBob]

Feather's been messing with your picture, 'Face.

[Monkey Face]

WHOA! Colorized and everything! But Feather, what did you do with my side-kick?

[Soaring Feather]

What did I do?? Clue me in here please. LOL