The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXVII~

The Muses, Poets of the Lair | April, 24,2006 | bentfeather

[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©
2002

[Lady Jag]

Up near Gloucester, there's the famous Essex clams, considered the world's best, and down the Cape, you can eat clams till you are a world expert. I love clams and most fish, and I'm ready to go.

[Lady Jag]

I want to thank you for introducing me to your thread. It has drawn out a long forgotten love of poetry.

Introduction to Poetry

Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

[Soaring Feather]

Email...

[Soaring Feather]

LOL


So many poets can be very cryptic when they write. ;)

[Lady Jag]

[Soaring Feather]

(Nash) I always enjoyed him when he was on the tube.

Nipsie Russell was another fun poet.

[WVJudyInJupiter]

Hi, BF - Happy Friday!

You post the most beautiful pictures!

Hope your weekend is all you want it to be.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Judy!!

Happy weekend to you. I'm glad you enjoy the pictures.

I wish the same for you. ;)

[WayzataJOHNN]

Time wrapped in Mist, Magic, and Moods

Mist Fall

It swirls about in silvered silent shifting,
nature’s cloak of invisibility so soft,
hiding far more then my mortal eyes can see.

Sounds come so soft in this mystery’s sifting,
whispering as our feeling begin to loft,
and float on the moment as on a vapory sea.

Through sudden spaces we count stars drifting,
and wonder at their names again as oft,
we let the moody moment carry us where it flees.

[Soaring Feather]

Very beautiful! Both image and the image of words.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Solar Art

Morning in Life’s Gallery

The sky soft sifts pearl tones
of delicate rose and misty orange
dawn song
a visual print within my mind
and I pause
and I wait
contemplating
the brush strokes of my Master’s hand

[Soaring Feather]

Ooooh, lovely indeed. Gorgeous sunset.

[Soaring Feather]

oooops sun rise.

[WayzataJOHNN]

:^)

You must be staying up pretty late to get confused over sunrise and sunset! (I used to be that way, but then by sunrise I was pretty much 'confused'!)

[Soaring Feather]

LOL. I have been getting up with the sunrise lately. :)

[Soaring Feather]

A Little Night Magic Please
by bentfeather


Cold desert nights with shooting stars
a crescent moon hung in space
depict a picture of night magic


Night magic the times I remember you
the mountains, that warm sunny day
all play before my eyes, on cold desert nights
shiver in with delight as those memories unfurl
as though they happened yesterday.


Time marches on, but the jewel of my heart and soul
shine as the shooting stars in a cold sky
and I remember the warmth of you
the look of love in your eyes.


The sound of love in your voice
the gentle farewell, until we meet again
are etched in my mind like acid on glass
and those stars in the night skies are the
mirror to my heart.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Another World Within

Barren Places

Mountain fastness, stark space,
cold as the blue moon,
or an unloving soul,
scarred by passing time and events,
like a broken heart,
an enigmatic emptiness,
an empty sea,
a silent night,
another world within,
filled with a chilling wind

[Soaring Feather]

I feel the heaviness of sleep, creeping
round the edges of wakefulness
pulling me toward the lush comfort of my chamber
while the goodness of a clear mind, ease the stairway
to the stars, good dreams and good karma
and the wonder of whose face I see tonight
in the gallery of stars, and the warm arms of sleep.


bentfeather (c) 04.28.06

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.
~Dream a little ~ Love a lot~

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.
Saturday in the Lair.