~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©

[SAMWolf]

Where ever did you find the graphic?

Lucked out. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Whew, I'm back from shopping for the Troops!
ooooops, gotta go again!!
I love my car!
Dinner for a daughter's birthday!
Red Lobster!
WOO HOO

[SAMWolf]

So what'd you pick up? Huh? Huh? Huh?

[Soaring Feather]

LOL Ohhhhhh trade secret, Sam!!!

Razors, soap, toothpaste, tooth brushes, flip flops, candy, gum, etc. This is for our guys and gals in the hospital in Iraq.

[SAMWolf]

The goodie bag stuff. They'll appreciate it.

[Soaring Feather]

I know they will and it 's a small thing for me to do. I am getting my girls involved, also. We are sending off a huge box. I thank God we can do something for our Troops who put their life on the line moment by moment.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Saturday morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

A man who eats spam
cannot be made to tremble.
What can scare him now?

Dann

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam. Spam LOL, that graphic is a hoot.

Thanks for poetry, coffee, donuts and tunes.

[Soaring Feather]

Pretty tunes this morning Sam. Some golden oldies.

[SAMWolf]

Morning Feather.

[Soaring Feather]

A narrow fellow in the grass
by Emily Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,--
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.

[Soaring Feather]

A narrow fellow in the grass
by Emily Dickinson

Note to bentfeather....

I find this poem to be mysterious and haunting. Who is the narrow fellow in the grass?

Several of nature's people
Who are these people??

I feel for them a transport Of cordiality;
Is she speaking of a dragonfly??
Her own shadow??

Whatever she saw scared her to the bone.

[NicknamedBob]

In the stillness of the garden, there was movement, and in the quiet of the theater, there was music. The ominous tones foretold what the new sounds portended. At first a glimpse, and then a transit of patterned, scaly skin. The music rose in volume as the large snake stopped, raising its head to test the air with a flicking, restless tongue. It moved ominously toward the human figure. Rearing dangerously when it got very close, it at last began circling the unencumbered foot of the statue, and moving upward around the leg. Again and again it circled the youthful limb, as if it had petrified its victim.

[Soaring Feather]

WOW Bob, eerie. Eve in the Garden of Eden or Pan and his flute.

[NicknamedBob]

Thanks.

It's a sample of my prose. The intent was to be evocative, as it is a description of a movie trailer.

Emily's narrow fellow in the grass was obviously a snake. No other creature seems to fill us with such bone-chilling dread with just a glance. The other "people" are animals.

I like Miss Dickenson's writing, but she tended to be a little depressing at times, focussing on loss instead of joy.

You should always celebrate joy while you have it. There will inevitably be a time of loss.

[NicknamedBob]

Brightness

The brightest silver trinket
That gleams beneath the light,
Will have a dark side under it,
A portion of the night.

Every joy you are to feel,
Will have an ending day.
Treasure brightness in the sun,
Make every moment pay.

The dark’s a time for dreaming,
As shadows dull the pain.
The essence of a treasure lost,
And things not seen again.

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 24, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

Brightness


Beautiful work Bob, thank you. So true.

[Soaring Feather]

Icy eyes
like gems in morning dew drops
pictures of creatures
frozen on crystal raindrops
and splendor living on
new fallen snow

Love will be found shining
in a summer shower
and desire
in soft pines needles

bentfeather
04.24.04