~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIV~

July 23, 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©

[Soaring Feather]

Oh yes, she can be very elusive.:-)

[Darkchylde]

Sometimes she reminds me of one of those kids on the
playground who comes running up behind you so you can't
see them, knock you into a puddle & run off again before
you have a chance to see what happened or even who it was.

[Old Sarge]

I seem to recall writing about your elusive muse, am I right?

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, you did Sarge.

[Old Sarge]

Bittersweet, and a really good tribute.

We lost Thomas the Brute in January two years past. Same age, and he was a Pixie Bobcat - the inspiration for one of my book's characters, actually.

It's amazing what they do to you.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Consider yourself well and duly praised. :)

[Darkchylde]

Thank you.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I'm not as much a cat person as I am a dog person. But you can't help but like cats. Laura Earl and KC were very close. He worshipped her and acted more like a dog than a cat. When she called his name he'd come running.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Like The Train's Beat



Like the train's beat
Swift language flutters the lips
Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat,
The swinging and narrowing sun
Lights her eyelashes, shapes
Her sharp vivacity of bone.
Hair, wild and controlled, runs back:
And gestures like these English oaks
Flash past the windows of her foreign talk.

The train runs on through wilderness
Of cities. Still the hammered miles
Diversify behind her face.
And all humanity of interest
Before her angled beauty falls,
As whorling notes are pressed
In a bird's throat, issuing meaningless
Through written skies; a voice
Watering a stony place.

Philip Larkin

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning to the Lair! Some Teasdale for Miss Feather this morning :)

The Wind
Sarah Teasdale

A wind is blowing over my soul,
I hear it cry the whole night through --
Is there no peace for me on earth
Except with you?

Alas, the wind has made me wise,
Over my naked soul it blew, --
There is no peace for me on earth
Even with you.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.
Thanks Sam, and Colonel for opening the doors.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Colonel!

The Wind
Sarah Teasdale


Wonderful words from Sarah this morning. So beautiful.

I have been thinking along those same lines in the wee morning hours when sleep eludes me. I have been getting only snippets of lines. I'm waiting for them to gel and start to flow.

Have a grand day,

Cloudy in the the Empire State, and it's going to rain. Temps are in the 70s this morn.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Sam!!

A puzzle of a poem this morning.

"Like The Train's Beat " Is this poet Polish?

Great train picture.

Thanks for tunes, poetry, and Breakfast.

Have a great day.

[Soaring Feather]

"Every time You Go Away" reminds me of Sarah's poem Colonel Flagg posted this morning.

[StarCMC]

WOW - very nice. I think this is my favorite Sarah Teasdale yet!! Thanks for the ping COlonel!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning to you too! I hope you are having a great day.

I had the same feelings you did right after reading Darkchylde's poem of yesterday. Funny how someone else can spark one's muse into life :)

[Colonel_Flagg]

And a good morning to you, my friend :) .. hope you are well today!

[Soaring Feather]

Break Dancing the Moon

Break dancing the moon

while a silky morning

swallows dawn



Soft lips kiss

desire goodbye

for the chase

 he gives

your love 

a midday roll

'till the man in the moon

 touches dewy dark earth...

bentfeather

[Old Sarge]

I am sick and tired of work,
the urge for play, to get up and lurk
around the corner, to hide myself
and jump out with a "Boo!" like a mischievious elf,

It's so overpowering, on such a day
when I'd rather be elsewhere to laugh and to play.
The sky is awash with glorious shine,
and here I am inside, a mule in a mine.

But my window is not made of glass; it's a screen,
while I bask my eyes in its unblinking sheen
I see images, verses and carefree places,
and I can only imagine your faces

as I pucker and bug-eye and blow my cheeks out
pulling funny faces at the world that's without,
But until that time when I leave this dull place,
I'll just read, and write, with a silly face.