~The Dragon Flies Lair III~

October 18, 2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Bridge of Relief

You are my bridge
spanning onto new plateaus
over patches of rough water
open chasms of peril and fear
with you near me...
I have no dread of tomorrow
or of cold black nights
or of holding ceremonies
from dusk til dawn
you are my dusk, my dawn
my past and my future...
you are the ceremony...

I am poet Bentfeather ©
01/28/2003

[Soaring Feather]

~A place to write a few lines of poetry.~

[Soaring Feather]

Welcome to the Dragon Flies Lair~ New Thread #3~

The Dragon Flies Lair - Thread 1
The Dragon Flies Lair - Thread 2

[Soaring Feather]

((((((((Ping)))))))

[Soaring Feather]

When I'm missing you
the ghost of you clings to me
like frozen condensation on glass
ice lace and white feathers
your ghost is etched on my memory

I am haunted by your absence...
then confetti rain you blaze across the skies
playful comic comet display at twilight...

you warm my soul melting in love for you...

as ice lace and white feathers disolve on warmed glass
you decant your flavor over me
I am soft in your descending love
delicious in glass lace and white feathers
I adore you confetti rain
you cause me to smile...
we laugh together over silly private jokes

Hurry back... I am haunted by your absence...

bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

Thread three. Woo-hoo!!

Good poetry today as always feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks so much snippy!!!!!

Whoo Hoo I did it snippy!!!!!

Whoo Hoo to bentfeather!!!!

[Soaring Feather]

My back yard.

[HiJinx]

Ms. Feather, this isn't where the tree toppled, is it? I certainly hope not, that's such a peaceful setting.

Wonderful images in the verse today...especially your bridge!

[Soaring Feather]

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you for the kind words.

Yes, Jinx this is where the tree fell. One of the lovely Victorian chairs is totally crushed, the rocker is gone but not forgotten.

The remains of the tree are now gone. It was learned the old pine tree was diseased, termites had taken over. My brother and I measured the girth of the fallen tree, it was 9' around the trunk.

I am thankful I was not out there in that wind storm. There was no damage to any property, garages or home roofs.

[Darksheare]

I'm in.
Waiting for the people who can make pretty, pleasant poetry to put stuff up first.

[HiJinx]

Pretty, pleasant poetry?

What about the dark stuff?

I have a story...

[Soaring Feather]

Wrapped in mist
velvet warmth in
tempestous undertow
flood tide bursting
under maddened moon
of pie bald pastels
and gray white ashes
from scorching bones

bentfeather ©

Feeling her color of red
pungent and tangy
alive is a life of love
and a soft smooth wind...

bentfeather©

[Soaring Feather]

Write away Dark, light verse, dark verse, all have a role in the poet's world.

I have written much dark stuff in years past.

Not a problem.

[snippy_about_it]

a beautiful morning with friends gathered 'round
a poetry place
where good words may be found

for laughter and sharing
red feathers in hats
right next to our foxholes
how convenient is that!


feather dusters that is :)

[Darksheare]

OKers, I get the message and the point.
;-)
*chuckle*
But I'd prefer if some of the others tossed some writ out there too.
Our Miss Feather can't be expected to offset my stuff by herself all the time now.

[Soaring Feather]

A ragged little country girl
turned this Sailor's heart
He gave his all for our nation grand
his scars did not show
He gave his love to one and all
My Uncle Fran
YOU were very tall!
You'll Be In MY Heart
now and forever more..

bentfeather ©

[Soaring Feather]

awwwwwwww snippy,

How very sweet of you!!

Lovely words you give me.

Thank You so very much!

Love that crazy lady!!

feather dusters that is :) ROTFLOL!!!!!

[SAMWolf]

Nice morning poem. I have a blue and orange duster does that count?