The Dragonflies'Lair ~ Thread ~ XXXIII

Soaring Feather/ Poets of The Dragonflies' Lair | February 10, 2007 | 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

[Lady Jag]

Art class is tomorrow night.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh doh on me. I am thinking it's Tuesday on Monday.

Well, I am going to hit the hay -see you tomorrow Sweets.

[Lady Jag]

Evidence:

[NY Attitude]

Wonderful likeness. LOL He is always blowing something out of his a$$.

[Lady Jag]

Pleasant dreams!

[Lady Jag]

Ain't that the truth!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

God gives every bird a worm, but he does not throw it
into the nest.
--Swedish Proverb

[Soaring Feather]

Written on another thread.



As the visage of her face reflects
culture, grace, and patience
the shadowed eyes recall a time
when there was no grace at all.


Living through the ragged times
her character builds like pearls
to glow behind the lace she wears
a countenance to behold.

Soaring Feather (c) 02.27.07

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. Another beautiful day has arrived.

[Soaring Feather]

Greetings fellow NYer!

We have grey skies today, but the song in my heart sings.

[NY Attitude]

Great! 8^)

[Soaring Feather]

I think I need to soar today
I don't like being earth bound
I'll spread my wings heavenward
and listen for the sound
of wings a rustle in the breeze
as tiny bits of fluff float on
fluffy white clouds away up high
and tiny faeries play nearby
in the cove of moss, telling secrets
from the underground of nasty dirty trolls

You see, the faeries know the good the bad
the ugly lies that are told
They spread their cheer of goodness near
the ears of young and old.

Soaring Feather (c) 02.27.07

[NY Attitude]

as you soar among the clouds,
the people below think out loud,
and yearn not to be earthbound and to be free,
and break the bounds of gravity.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh boy, you are heading out to be a poet real fast!!

Think space age. WOO HOO! I love the last line.

[NY Attitude]

Thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

It's a good day to be lazy
my feet don't wanna get cold
from being out in the ice and snow
with snow balls hanging off my fur
I think, I just prefer, to lounge here
on my sofa, and grouch about the lousy
weather out there, while I'm safe upon my couch.

SF

[Lady Jag]

A Bird Came Down The Walk

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass. He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad,-- They looked like frightened beads, I thought; He stirred his velvet head Like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb, And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home Than oars divide the ocean, Too silver for a seam, Or butterflies, off banks of noon, Leap, splashless, as they swim. Emily Dickinson

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon, Lady.

This poem is very precious. Love the graphic, too.

[Soaring Feather]

#500! WOO HOO!