The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXVIII~

The Muse/Poets of the Lair | June 11, 2006 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Snapped that 100 post up didn't you?? LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Just thinking.


Are you part of the problem or
part of the solution??

[Soaring Feather]

"It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other."

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Today is Tuesday, June 13, the 164th day of 2006 with 201 to
follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Venus,
Neptune, Uranus and Pluto. The evening stars are Mars, Mercury,
Jupiter and Saturn.

[Soaring Feather]

Those born on this date are:


U.S. Army Gen. Winfield Scott in 1786;

Irish poet and dramatist William Butler Yeats in 1865;

actor Basil Rathbone in 1892;

Mexican composer Carlos Chavez in 1899;

football star Harold "Red" Grange in 1903;

TV host Ralph Edwards in 1913;

Bulgarian-born artist Christo in 1935 (age 71);

actors Malcolm McDowell in 1943 (age 63)

and Richard Thomas in 1951 (age 55);

comedian Tim Allen in 1953 (age 53);

and actresses Ally Sheedy in 1962 (age 44)

twins Ashley and Mary-Kate Olsen in 1986 (age 20).

[Soaring Feather]

Quote:

Post 103, author Unknown.

[Soaring Feather]

A Deep-Sworn Vow
by William Butler Yeats

OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

[Soaring Feather]

A Poet To His Beloved
by William Butler Yeats

I BRING you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Road Work

Among the wind twisted cedars
the road weaves between reality
and another oft unseen plane

The traveler ponders down the lane
twisting images, words into what they be
to fit his need of forms and meters

From such dedication one finds leaders
seeking destiny beyond the horizon they see
daring fate and death to voice their pain

It’s the Tao of the road, starting out sane
and finding shelter in habit’s oft sought lee
while walking here among the ancient cedars

[Soaring Feather]

I hear them cooing this evening
dusk is gently folding her cape
around them in blackness of night
and this pair of evening doves
remind one another of their bond of love

and nestle in the glen by the rows of ferns
waiting on the moon to play across one another's face
as Venus twinkles in the deep cold reaches of space

I wonder why dragonfly swooped by me today
the sun was warm on my face
as I rested a moment in the garden of the glen
I think, he is reminding me of his love for me...
yes, he would do that... share a silent moment with me
in our private niche in time



bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Road Work

Nice poem, strong imagery.

[fatima]

That's pretty bentfeather.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi bestest girlfriend!

Whoa, I have been busy today. Most of the afternoon at the hair dressers, then when I got home, planted my bedding flowers, a bite to eat and then off to meet with some friends for a bit.

Gorgeous day, sunshine and no rain. WOO HOO

[fatima]

Sounds great and fun.I took the day off.Terry came in and cleaned the whole store yesterday and decorated the place nice so I had no reason to go in.Was nice to be off and watch the President in Iraq:)

[Soaring Feather]

Oh great. Yes, I did enjoy watching our President, also.

[fatima]

The Celtic festival is on the street on Saturday .I might take a ride down and say hello to some of the folks.I wait for TV equipment and am bored:)

[Soaring Feather]

Festivals are great fun. Our city just finished up with theirs, rained the whole weekend. Not fun for partying.

[fatima]

Well we have a beautiful store front now thanks to our girl Terry.She is from our old thrift store and helps us.I did call about having a sign:)I wait on God's time.I know people who will have stands at the festival and this historic street has one every 2 weeks.

[fatima]

bentfeather,Did you ever have a butterfly kiss you.In our old house I had two rock gardens.I was working in the garden and sat on the bench under the crab apple tree.As I sat there a beautiful butterfly flew by and came to my face.The butterfly stayed and touched my face and kept fluttering around my face.I could feel a soft breeze and then it left .I never forgot that moment.

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful story! That was meant to be! 'Twas a gift to you!

No, I have not been kissed by a butterfly. I am visited by dragonflies.

When something like this happens to people, I believe it comes from a very special place, and for a very special reason. We never know where a blessing is hidden, nor how it will be delivered.


A moment in time never forgotten. ;)

[fatima]

You know bentfeather I had said hello to that beautiful butterfly and I closed my eyes and it said hello back.I thanked God for a special moment and thought of that moment as I read your poem.