The Dragonflies' Lair ~ Thread XXXIX~ June ~ July~ August

Poets of The Dragonflies' Lair | June 19, 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 night Soaring Feather. Rest well.

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

 

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.


A Day Dream
by Emily Jane Brontë

On a sunny brae, alone I lay
One summer afternoon;
It was the marriage-time of May
With her young lover, June.


From her mother's heart, seemed loath to part
That queen of bridal charms,
But her father smiled on the fairest child
He ever held in his arms.


The trees did wave their plumy crests,
The glad birds caroled clear;
And I, of all the wedding guests,
Was only sullen there!


There was not one, but wished to shun
My aspect void of cheer;
The very grey rocks, looking on,
Asked, "What do you here?"


And I could utter no reply;
In sooth, I did not know
Why I had brought a clouded eye
To greet the general glow.


So, resting on a heathy bank,
I took my heart to me;
And we together sadly sank
Into a reverie.


We thought, "When winter comes again,
Where will these bright things be?
All vanished, like a vision vain,
An unreal mockery!


The birds that now so blithely sing,
Through deserts, frozen dry,
Poor spectres of the perished spring,
In famished troops, will fly.


And why should we be glad at all?
The leaf is hardly green,
Before a token of its fall
Is on the surface seen!"


Now, whether it were really so,
I never could be sure;
But as in fit of peevish woe,
I stretched me on the moor.


A thousand thousand gleaming fires
Seemed kindling in the air;
A thousand thousand silvery lyres
Resounded far and near:


Methought, the very breath I breathed
Was full of sparks divine,
And all my heather-couch was wreathed
By that celestial shine!


And, while the wide earth echoing rung
To their strange minstrelsy,
The little glittering spirits sung,
Or seemed to sing, to me.


"O mortal! mortal! let them die;
Let time and tears destroy,
That we may overflow the sky
With universal joy!


Let grief distract the sufferer's breast,
And night obscure his way;
They hasten him to endless rest,
And everlasting day.


To thee the world is like a tomb,
A desert's naked shore;
To us, in unimagined bloom,
It brightens more and more!


And could we lift the veil, and give
One brief glimpse to thine eye,
Thou wouldst rejoice for those that live,
Because they live to die."


The music ceased; the noonday dream,
Like dream of night, withdrew;
But Fancy, still, will sometimes deem
Her fond creation true.

[MEG33]

Bonica Roses

~Happy Thursday Everyone~

[Soaring Feather]

Meg, this is very beautiful, thank you for beautifying the Lair.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Deep Space Dreamscape

Towering trees shadow the path beneath my feet
And I glance through them to spy clouds racing fleet
Across the brilliant bright cerulean summer sky
As seabirds dance upon the wind so graceful do they fly

I come to the cliff edge to sit and watch the waves below
Racing across the blue green ocean as oh so true they go
Crashing upon black sea rocks in wondrous sprays of white
And I sit and watch as the sun sinks into golden red light

The stars come out in their own time to my delight
And each imprints itself in the waves as points of light
Until you can’t tell sea from sky, you float in a space unique
As if you hang alone in deepest space, a destiny to seek

At last the moon rises to paint a silvered line across the sea
And you return to earth at last again as it was meant to be
Turning for home you glance back a smile soft upon your face
For you will return, to pilot your ship of dreams across that space

[WayzataJOHNN]

Here's a picture to go with the poem

Deep Space Dreamscape

[Soaring Feather]

Oh I love this poem, just fabulous!

[WayzataJOHNN]

Then I dedicate it to a Lady who dreams in her garden of Dragons and Dragonflies

[Soaring Feather]

Then I dedicate it to a Lady who dreams in her garden of Dragons and Dragonflies

Oh my, this gives me a happy heart. ;)

[Lady Jag]

Out in the Fields with God
by Anonymous

The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God.

[MEG33]

I love this poem..and your lovely graphic.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, Lady, for this poem and perfect graphic.

I think Anonymous is one of the most beautiful writers.

[Lady Jag]

The photo reminded me of the heat haze today.

[Lady Jag]

It is undfortunate we never got to thank Anonymous for all the beautiful work.

On the other hand, a lot of Anonymous was out enjoying the day today.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL cute.

How are your temps tonight, any cooler?? We have cooled down considerably very pleasant now.

[Soaring Feather]

'Tis Summer time when nights are warm
and fireflies are out in a swarm
as moonlight drifts behind the trees
and night time critters offer up a sneeze
to let us know they're close by
flitting around the fern at night
ducking in and out of sight
a faint chuckle we can hear
in the silence of the Summer's night.
SF

Good night everyone.

[Lady Jag]

You’re right! Temps have dropped a lot. Hight temps might have been 87 today, at 6 it was around 75 and now it’s 71. Dewpoint looks much the same, maybe dropping more slowly.

Excellent. Nearing the way I like it.

[Soaring Feather]

Good I’m glad you are getting some relief. I sat out in the garden this evening, it smelled like being in the woods. A good smell.

Well, Lady have a good rest of the evening. I am going to watch some tv.

Night now.

[Lady Jag]