The Dragonflies' Lair ~ Thread XXXVII~May, June 2007

Soaring Feather/Poets of The Lair | May 7, 2007 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragonfly 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 (c) 2002

[NY Attitude]

Good afternoon Lady Jag. The poem says Spring Fever and that is cool.

[MEG33]

This is a treasure!

[Lady Jag]

My studio is hot as blazes with all its glass, so its a/c is on. But we have mid 70s and dry air and it is beautiful without the humidity, so what can I do but laugh and go.

How’s by you?

[Lady Jag]

The poet speaks to our hearts and minds and brings us back to childhood in eight short lines. It’s pretty amazing.

[Soaring Feather]

Cool here today, 32F this morning at 5:00AM when I got up. Wind is pretty strong and chilly. The sun is out and has been all day, but remains on the cool side. The air is dry here, too.

[Lady Jag]

Perfect description. It is a treasure, much like you, Marvelous Meg!

[Lady Jag]

Our temps are supposed to be up and down this week. Temps are going up tomorrow to mid 80s, back to mid 70s Wednesday and falling for a few days after. I haven’t looked to see where the weather is coming from, though.

[MEG33]

;0)

I have a very BIG smile on my face.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Morning is a strange strange time
the too bright sun is just coming up
I know I need at least another cup
to even try to begin to craft a rhyme

Even if the day is crystal clear
in a mind padded fog I am you see
and caffeine makes the fog flee
so I hold my coffee cup most dear

Once I come awake I feel just grand
I smile and even say hello to all
and listen to a robin’s sweet call
welcoming the new day across this land

[Lady Jag]

Your smile must be a beautiful thing considering your heartful posts.

Have I told you how much I love your posts?

[MEG33]

You have made me smile many times, dear Lady J. Thank you.

[Lady Jag]

Perhaps my humor can lift you. Your thoughts keep me anchored. Maybe we’re good for each other

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful, I love it.

[MEG33]

Indeed! I know you are good for me..

[MEG33]

I love coffee..I NEED coffee..Thanks for the smile and the poem.

[NY Attitude]

Then I look out the window at the world and start thinking, do I have to go out today for anything! ;-)

Did you have to leave the warmth of the manse today?

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening NYA, yes, I did have to leave the manse. It was not so bad, the wind remained cool, but it did warm up to 66F this afternoon.

So now the sun has set for another day, or at least in this neck of the woods. I have been looking for inspiration to write a poem, well is dry for a time. ;)

I guess I need to dream of far off and mysterious places, maybe that would trigger a poem.

[NY Attitude]

Sometimes creativity runs in cycles. May you have sweet dreams of exotic and distant places.

[Soaring Feather]

Sung by Bing Crosby

I looked for the author of these lyrics, could not come up with it. ;(

Far away places with strange-soundin’ names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with the strange-soundin’ names
Are callin’, callin’ me

Goin’ to China or maybe Siam
I want to see for myself
Those far away places I’ve been readin’ about
In a book that I took from the shelf

I start gettin’ restless whenever I hear
The whistle of a train
I pray for the day I can get underway
And look for those castles in Spain

They call me a dreamer, well maybe I am
But I know that I’m burnin’ to see
Those far away places with the strange-soundin’ names
Callin’, callin’ me

(I pray for the day when I’ll find a way
Those far away places to see)

Those far away places with the strange-soundin’ names
Callin’, callin’ me

[NY Attitude]

Was it Jo Stafford that sang this?