~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©

[international american]

almost......

[SAMWolf]

Wind



This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as
The coal-house door. Once I looked up --
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,

The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,
At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;
The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

Ted Hughes

[international american]

Very good.

[international american]

If you remember this winter, I was thinking of building an Ark : )

[Soaring Feather]

Sarah is a gifted poet.. Colonel Flagg introduced me to her.

[Darksheare]

Yes.
September saw flooding along the Delaware down here, and up your way got nailed IIRC, and just recently the same thing happened.

[international american]

Good poem, great picture!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh Ark weather, we surely have had it. Hard to take at times, especially the cold, chilling to the bone rains.

[Darksheare]

Ice floes and flood waters, excellent combo!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

This poem Wind is superbly written. The end of each stanza gives a jump word to the next stanza. I love when that happens for me.

Golden oldies for the tunes. Hope it's not raining in OR. Thanks for all.

[SAMWolf]

Thanks, I like the way the farmhouse is compared to a ship at sea during a storm.

[Soaring Feather]

Burr, perish the thought. This is May!!

[SAMWolf]

It always rains in Oregon. ;-)

Supposed to clear up tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL

That's why your trees are so tall!!

[Darksheare]

LOL!

I want bikini weather!

[SAMWolf]

And why we have so many of them. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, but so pretty! And older than dirt.

I have to get out there to see them.

Gorgeous picture.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning, ms feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Kathy!!

[Soaring Feather]

A Field Burned

A sagebrush field burned
and rain drowned my winter
I bundled my summer in love
and ran to the hills of desire.

bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
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