~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIII~

June 13, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of The 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©

[SAMWolf]

You're very good with words, a task I struggle with.

[NicknamedBob]

People who struggle to express themselves often have very interesting things to say.

Witness Stephen Hawking, Helen Keller, and more than a few poets who struggle to write one letter at a time with movements of their heads.

Having a large vocabulary and being facile with words doesn't define what it takes to have interesting things to say. I have learned much from people with little education.


But I still think practice helps.

[SAMWolf]

My problem is I know the words, I just can't put them together as eloquently as you and some of the others here.

It's always a pleasure to read thoughts expressed so well.

[NicknamedBob]

Thanks, but the point I'm trying to make is that it's the meaning that counts, not the high-falutin' vocabulary!

Will Rogers was a master of powerful understatement with simple words.

But the first important step is to have the thought, or the emotion. Then you can take all the time you need to express it. (And you can try over and over again until you get it right -- I do re-write, you know.)

[snippy_about_it]

Whoa! That's deep. Good writing Bob.

[NicknamedBob]

I get into it, and I think I'm writing a short poem. Then I check it, and it goes on and on.

Somehow I don't think I'm working all by myself. It certainly doesn't seem that way to me. If I were doing it all on my own, it would surely be more difficult.

[Soaring Feather]

~ Celine Dion~Power of Love~

[Soaring Feather]

~Celine Dion~All By Myself~

[SAMWolf]

Good songs Feather. You have "It's all Coming back" by Celine?

[Soaring Feather]

I 'll see if I can find it for you Sam.

[Soaring Feather]

~Celine Dion ~ That's the Way It Is~
Sorry could not find the song you wanted.

[Soaring Feather]

~Don't Hold Back Your Love~Hall and Oats~

[snippy_about_it]

Somehow I don't think I'm working all by myself.

Lots of things in life are like that. Neat.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[StarCMC]

Good morning Ms. Feather!!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush



Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
I hear the level Bee --
A Jar across the Flowers goes
Their Velvet Masonry --

Withstands until the sweet Assault
Their Chivalry consumes --
While He, victorious tilts away
To vanquish other Blooms.

Emily Dickinson

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[StarCMC]

Robert Browning (1812-1889)

Cavalier Tunes: Boot and Saddle

              1       Boot, saddle, to horse and away!

              2     Rescue my Castle, before the hot day

              3     Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,

                         (Chorus)

              4         Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

              5       Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;

              6     Many's the friend there, will listen and pray

              7     "God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay--

                          (Chorus)

              8         Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

              9       Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,

            10     Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:

            11     Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,

                          (Chorus)

            12         Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

            13       Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,

            14     Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!

            15     I've better counsellors; what counsel they?

                          (Chorus)

            16         Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

 

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!!!


Love today's poem and graphic. Thank You. Such beauty expressed in so few words.

Thanks for Breakfast!! Coffee is great.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Star!! Thank You for the playful Robert Browning poem this morning. Nothing like the classics.

Love the graphic.