~The Dragon Flies Lair~

Poets | August 27, 2003 | bentfeather

[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 guides
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

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©

[Trikebuilder]

Cabin

The old cabin sat in autumn draped woods along the ancient river, both outside of time,
the porch rocker still sat there through rain or shine, waiting to welcome someone home.
Dark grey logs spoke of an age of time gone by, filled with seasons and people in subtle rhyme,
Cedar shakes covered the old roof, still dry and warm inside as the day he built it , no more to roam.

The old field stone fireplace is dressed in ancient soot, history of warm evenings with laughs and love,
meals by the fire and listening to the radio to weekend games and music of the time, dancing under the stars.
The old bed, it took such a long time to build, still there and cradling life tired bodies as soft as a dove,
while the big table sits there with shadowed quadrangles from the over painted window frame bars.

That long twisty road to the cabin, shut off all the rush and hurry of daily life, giving a measure of peace,
sweet isolation in which a heart could mend, and a soul find gentle healing, sweet rest to regenerate.
No sign on the road to say turn here, none needed, Heaven needs no tattletale for others without surcease,
Private paradise and lovers rendezvous, always ready to receive you, and your never too late.

[snippy_about_it]

hmmm. now that's sad.

would that he had love
someone to light his fire
she would never leave

[snippy_about_it]

Private paradise and lovers rendezvous, always ready to receive you, and your never too late.

I like this line especially.

[SAMWolf]

That's excellent Trike, I can see that cabin in my minds eye.

[SAMWolf]

Good Snippy, I can't believe how quick you can come up with a poem!!

[snippy_about_it]

:)

Thanks.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I've written a few in my day. Dr Demento still on the air?

[Darksheare]

I can't do abstract.
But I can do surreal.
*???*

I haven't figured out why that is, but it is almost funny.
Sis can do abstract, and gets mad about that because she says, "It's not art! It's too easy!"
*chuckle*

[Darksheare]

Currently trying to find a small notepad I have that has a poem I wrote inside it.
Unless someone 'helped' me bby throwing it, and the drawings that also reside within, in the trash.

[Conspiracy Guy]

True art is easy. The hard stuff is for thinkers not feelers. Art is felt by the artist and the fan.

[Darksheare]

I've been told I draw some seriously wacked out stuff..
Like these: (Tell me if links work..)
http://mywebpage.netscape.com/BMK175/Stuff/Stakeout.jpg

http://mywebpage.netscape.com/BMK175/Stuff/Tmp2.jpg

[Conspiracy Guy]

Link worked fine, seek help. Actually they are both good. I need to spend some time to interpret. But visually I like them.

[Darksheare]

Stakeout can be flipped in three directins, and the 'hanging' character looks like he's either handstanding, laying down, or dangling.

[Darksheare]

directins = directions

[Conspiracy Guy]

I turned it around and it made perfect sense.

[Darksheare]

The way I drew it, it's supposed to look plausible from three sides.
*chuckle*
And for that, I was labeled a madman.

[Darkchylde]

That's NOT the ONLY reason!
I'm the sister & I've called
you the same, but then you always
point out our similarities (blasphemy!)
& I have to drop the accusation.

Spinning around,
towards the ground.
Thousands of wild colors abound.
Up again towards the sky,
wait a minute, I can't fly.
Down again, towards the floor,
I think I'll stay here a little more.
Dust bunnies, those evil mongers,
beg me to stay a wee bit longer.
But I get up & to my surprise,
I can't see anything before my eyes.
Once again to the floor I go,
this is becoming quite a show.
I think I'll just lay here for a bit...
at least 'til I shake this vertigo fit!

[Darksheare]

You're evil.
Very evil.
So evilly evil I cannot mention how evil you are, you evil sister you.
Did I mention evil?
*chuckle*
Picking on your poor, old, decreptitudinal brother type person.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Don't take up flying. Good work though

[Conspiracy Guy]

Dno't you konw taht as lnog as the frsit and lsat leettr is ceorrct and all the ltteers are prseent poelpe can raed waht you wtore?