~The Dragon Flies' Lair VII~

January 8, 2004 | bentfeather, poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair

[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 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©

[Soaring Feather]

Descending dusk... an encroachment
on the suns domain
days last rays of light
pouring its way through
an iridescent
ice field on glass
natures ceremony
a light dance
of frozen condensation in silence
a phenomenal event...

trompe l'oeil sky patterns
a varied palette of color
washed on by passing clouds
and an every changing canvas
glacier blues, vermilion reds
chartreuse and violets
the ceremony in view...

[Darksheare]

There once was a man from Danudder
Whose mind was always in the gutter
To ladies he'd leer
They'd cringe in fear
And priests would walk by and shudder.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!

[Darkchylde]

(Which would be better, an artificial
mind for the guy.. or an artificial
guy for the mind?)

Well.... an artificial mind could
malfunction, as could an artificial
guy. I guess either way, you'd be scrute...

[Darksheare]

I didn't do it!!
*chuckle*

[Darksheare]

True.

[snippy_about_it]

two paths lie ahead of you

one is a continuation of the path you've been on
one is new and requires a change in direction for you
neither of us can see past the bend of either

perhaps the familiar one will be easier
perhaps the new one is where you'd really like to go

they both lead to some kind of future
there is no hurry in choosing

when you decide
and which ever road you choose
I want to go down that road with you

I'll either walk beside you
or behind you at a slight distance

either way
i'll support your decision
i'll be within reach
and never leave you

Snippy about it 1.9.03

[Darksheare]

Pretty, thanks!

[snippy_about_it]

Descending dusk... an encroachment
on the suns domain

Very well described feather. You guys are really on a roll! Must be the winter weather!

[snippy_about_it]

Ha! Did you write that? LOL.

[snippy_about_it]

(Which would be better, an artificial mind for the guy.. or an artificial guy for the mind?)

I'm going to have to ponder that one awhile. LOL.

[Darksheare]

Yes...
*Sweeps foot along the floor*
..I did.

[Darkchylde]

Well, I pondered it for a while
& this is what I told him.

Well.... an artificial mind could
malfunction, as could an artificial
guy. I guess either way, you'd be scrute...

[Darksheare]

I deny having my tagline.

[Darkchylde]

I figure it's just easier to find a real
guy & turn him into a minion. ];-)

[snippy_about_it]

LOL.

[SAMWolf]

Beautiful Snippy, it's almost like a poem someone could have written to Robert Frost inspiring him to take "The Road Not Taken".

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

[Soaring Feather]

Hi snippy,

Lovely work. I thought immediately of Robert Frost.

Thanks for the kind words you have posted to me and the Colonel regarding our work.

[Darksheare]

I shall be shutting myself down for the evening.
Goodnite poets.

[Soaring Feather]

Nite Darksheare.