~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XX

May 8, 2005 | bentfeather 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 me...

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©

[Darkchylde]

I came up with it right after "Lily Of The Valley". I
had the title sitting around, I had seen it somewhere
& wrote it down 'cause it had that kind of sound
(I'm sure you know what sound that is) a poet is
attracted to. It's actually called "Elusive Butterfly".

Thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Isn't it wonderful when one poem inspires another, then another. I have had that happen on rare occasion and am so pleased.

[Darkchylde]

Yeah, it's rather fun. On the other hand, it can be a bit exhausting.

[international american]

BEGONE typo demon!!

[Soaring Feather]

LoL, isn't he a good stomper??

[international american]

Darkchylde thou has surfaced. How you is?

[international american]

Yes. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have been victimized
by the Key Ghost!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh no, you lost your key??

[international american]

Oh, yes!!

[Soaring Feather]

Find it yet??

Or are you still in the office?

[international american]

Still in the office........course I'm a little OLDER by now : )

[Soaring Feather]

Oh gosh. What a fix. You'll look like an old man when you get out of there. LOL

[international american]

I need a shave already.......

Did you ever have one of those days wherby you are left no viable recourse but to stare in the mirror, and say

YOU IDIOT!!!!

[HopeandGlory]

Floating above
the pond's reflection
water lilies scent the morning breeze

by Michael Moore (Mustard Seed Press
www.connecti.com/-haiku/mustard/seed.htm)

Michael Moore is a wonderful haiku poet, whom I met in San Antonio a couple of years ago, at an Asian "New Year's Festival."

Good night Miss Feather and friends of the Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, dear Hopeand Glory.

How lovely you got to meet this artist.

HUGS and goodnight.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night to all who enter the Lair.
May you find peace, love and joy from your visit.
To the poets who post their poetry and music,
Thank You, for treating this room with respect.

[international american]

Good poem, and thanks.

[international american]

G'night Queenie!

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, and the worse thing is all those cracked mirrors. LOL

[international american]

Methinks I cornered the market on cracked mirrors tonight: )