~The Dragon Flies' Lair Thread XI~

April 17, 2004 | bentfeather, and 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 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©

[Soaring Feather]

You'll have to walk around on cat's paws until the kitty wakes. LOL

[Darksheare]

Been doing so.
She opened one eye and lazily 'mrip?'ed at me.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

Night Poem



There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain

In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,

your true parents disappear
when the curtain covers your door.
We are the others,
the ones from under the lake
who stand silently beside your bed
with our heads of darkness.
We have come to cover you
with red wool,
with our tears and distant whispers.

You rock in the rain's arms,
the chilly ark of your sleep,
while we wait, your night
father and mother,
with our cold hands and dead flashlight,
knowing we are only
the wavering shadows thrown
by one candle, in this echo
you will hear twenty years later.

Margaret Atwood

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

WOW, do I love this morning's poem. Surreal!!

Great graphic, too. Thanks also, for the tunes, coffee, and donuts. Listening now to the music. Nice.

[SAMWolf]

All that talk about Radu, made me think about night time. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Yeah, right!!! I guess that's why I love roaming around at night. Mysterious.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Hello, all!

Or should I say goodbye, all .. off to the road in about an hour. Will return on Monday evening. Have a safe weekend, everyone!

[SAMWolf]

Nighttime


Nighttime is a time for darkness.
The sun has gone to rest, gone to
Illuminate the other side of the Earth.
Nighttime is a time for sleep, homework,
Television, movies, and making love.
With nighttime comes a time to forget.
The time to put the day behind you.
The time for reflection, contemplation,
Fantasies, and dreams.
It is both a time to be alone
And a time to be with someone.
Children are afraid of the dark.
It is because they are alone.
Vulnerable. Monsters come out in the dark.
As they get older, darkness loses its terror.
Adults rarely fear the dark the way children do.
They learn to appreciate it.
For it is a time to forget work or school.
But they also fear it.
Especially if they are alone.
Then you are given time to think.
Think about how life would be with someone else;
To have the comfort of someone sleeping next to you.
And you wish there was someone.
But if there is someone beside you,
Someone you love, then nighttime
Becomes something to look forward to.
Nighttime becomes love.
Nighttime is a time for love.

Steve Mount

[Soaring Feather]

Have a wonderful time Colonel, you deserve it.:-)

[NicknamedBob]

Things That Can’t Be Photographed

The shadow of a rainbow,
The shape of things to come,
Heaven’s tiny trapdoor,
Where babies are really from.

The views that we look out upon,
When seeing eye-to-eye.
And all the things we wish we’d done,
But time has gotten by.

The feel of hearts a hurtin’,
The sigh of saddened breath,
The tears that one is holding back,
The peacefulness of Death.

The joy that’s in Tomorrow,
With other happy things,
The knowing of how Love can grow,
In its eternal Springs.

A picture of just one of these,
Would be a work of art,
And it would be the centerpiece,
In the album of our heart.

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 22, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

Nighttime becomes love.
Nighttime is a time for love.
Maybe that's way I love the night.;-) Great poem Sam!!!

[snippy_about_it]

Bye Colonel. Have fun, stay safe.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful work.

[Soaring Feather]

~You Raise Me Up~Josh Groban~

[StarCMC]

Ah Ms. Feather!! You have lured me from lurking to say hello and thank you for this beautiful song! And to the rest of you Dragon Flies -- I love what you write -- even though I hardly post, I enjoy reading your poetry. It's beautiful and I am in awe!! HUGS!!

[Soaring Feather]

You're most welcome in The Dragon Flies' Lair.
Post whenever you wish, we have wonderful poets here.

[StarCMC]

we have wonderful poets here

Yes you do!!! HUGS!

[Soaring Feather]

[SAMWolf]

Great work!