The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread XXXI

Talented poets and friends of The Dragonflies' Lair | October 5, 2006 | 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©
2002

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, another gorgeous Fall day.


Last night, when I went to bed, the temp was 36F. Getting near to a frost now. I am sure in rural areas they did have.

[starbase]

Alright, take your time! ;-)

[SoldierDad]

I'm not sure of the overnight low, but it was 53F when I left for work.

[Soaring Feather]

Twisted Currents

Down by the creek
are the fruits we seek
not the onion, carrot, or leek

but the current it is
dripping juice from our fists


picked from the vine
packed full of life
some are yours, some are mine


music from pipes
dancing under the moon
black as a beautiful mare


currents go into our brew
twisted currents are our fare
twisted currents for me, twisted currents for you


starbase

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A current on the loose
cuts deep into the soil
gouging out new frontiers
along the winding trail

a grape vine near the waters edge
heavy with her fruit
must drop her burden soon or all
will be moot


The apple trees now hanging low
their sweetness cannot be contained
cause, on a sunny day's walk in orchards deep
her sweet ripeness still remains


So life flows along the old water ways
the youth in fullness ripe and fresh
burdened in fall's long days.


The orchard prepares for colder days
lets down her golden hair
and bares her limbs raised above the barren earth
on these last warm days.


The currents twist another direction
jack frost paints white
icy patterns on the glass... like a magic flight
into the wonderland of ice, snow and cold
North winds swoop down upon the waiting orchard below.


Thus, the currants twist and turn
ebb and flow they do
like squeezing life from the sand
on every path we go.


bentfeather (c) 10/6/06

[Lady Jag]

Thank you for posting those photos!

They are stunningly beautiful!!!

[SoldierDad]

Saved for later reading.

[Lady Jag]

Good Friday, all!

Autumn, Mount Desert Island, Maine

[SoldierDad]

And a very Good Friday to you, Lady. Beautiful scene.

[Lady Jag]

Autumn is a beautiful time of year!

Good Friday to you, and a fabulous weekend, too.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Earth Tone Treasures

Orange tints fade to yellow rust
and cold fall rains pull them down
and the ground carpeted with summer past
its just the same here all over town
summer fled warm times now bust

Crisp crackling leaf piles to jump in,
and wade through in happy moments
in our inner childlike joy long as they last
a vivid gift of the passing season sent
missed until they finally come again

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon, Lady Jag.

Lovely graphic.

[Soaring Feather]

Great title, rich poem.

[Soaring Feather]

Yeehaw!!

[starbase]

Ah, bentfeather, this one's really excellent.

The orchard prepares for colder days
lets down her golden hair

The "orchard preparing for colder days" sounds like trees going into hibernation.

A current on the loose
cuts deep into the soil
gouging out new frontiers
along the winding trail

This part really brings to life wild vines growing.

The apple trees now hanging low
their sweetness cannot be contained
cause, on a sunny day's walk in orchards deep
her sweet ripeness still remains

Lovely bit of rhyming, which I know is not your preferred method of expression! ;-)

Thus, the currants twist and turn
ebb and flow they do
like squeezing life from the sand
on every path we go.


Extremely delightful. The twisting and turning captures plant life moving into a winter's death(i.e. hibernation)
And "squeezing life from the sand" adds a new dimension of imagery to the piece!

All in all, I'd say, two thumbs up for bentfeather's "addition"!!

Nice writing with ya!!! ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Awww, thank you.


I do sincerely feel you laid down excellent ground work and inspiration as a catalyst for me.


I do so enjoy your analysis of poetry, you're really good at it. Actually, you paint a vivid picture in your analysis, connecting the words to mental images in doing so.


Thanks so much, it's a honor.


I have safed a few of the pictures you posted today for your special place. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

A little fun.




EVERY TIME YOU CLICK ON YOUR MOUSE IT CHANGES COLOR.


Click here: http://www.jacksonpollock.org/

[Soaring Feather]

Tansu Ciller, the first woman prime minister
of Turkey, said, "Nobody can resist a ripe
idea. The idea today is change."






Today is Friday, Oct. 6, the 279th day of 2006 with 86 to
follow. The moon is full. The morning stars are Venus and
Saturn. The evening stars are Mercury, Jupiter, Uranus,
Neptune, Mars and Pluto.

[WayzataJOHNN]

A fall color poem seemed just right somehow!

The link is a delight, one can let it all out as it were!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL we can paint like Pollack! Splashes and splats!

[WayzataJOHNN]

In a haiku mood I guess

Tiger eyes glow soft
amid the shadowing trees
by still waters deep
________________________

I weep over stones
piled to mark the sad past
under a pale moon
________________________

Swords clash heroes fall
wisdom is deserted then
outside my garden
_______________________

Eyes deep as her love
speak of those moments now past
as white cranes take wing