The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXVI~April 12, 2007

Soaring Feather/Poets of the Dragonflies'Lair | April 12, 2007 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

Yanni~Felitsa

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Esteban~Flamenco Wind

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The O'Jays~I Love Music

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Yanni~To Take To Hold

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather.

[Soaring Feather]

An optimist is the human personification of spring.
-- Susan J. Bissonette

Good morning everyone!

[Lady Jag]

Optimism

I apologise in advance For being an optimist But life is good. Wait, don't go, Give me a chance I'm saying this sober, Not stoned, Not pissed. Life is good. Can you hear this? Well, stand up and take notice, You miserable bastards. This poem isn't poetic, in fact, in the world of poetry, 'Pretentious poets' corner' Or wherever, I may be considered A heretic. But i haven't time, To make things rhyme, Or wrap my message, In couplets and riddles, So hey-diddle diddle, Here's what i have to say: Life is short. Cheer up. Take it or leave it. James Bradley

[Soaring Feather]

Right to the point with the poem, ;) love the graphic.

[Lady Jag]

That poem goes well with my tagline.

Rained last night. Low 50s today, sun’s trying to come out and not having much luck. I’m rooting for it.

[Soaring Feather]

That poem goes well with my tagline.

Yes, it does, I thought of you when I read the quote.

Sun is out here, temp going to 67, however there is a cool breeze, tonight we have a frost warning.

[Lady Jag]

We had a frost warning last night. Don’t know if we got that low and if we did, it sure didn’t affect the pollen levels.

[WayzataJOHNN]

I Have Walked

I have walked
among wind carved stones
above the tree lines
where peace enfolds you
and chills you
with the breath of far places
and different times

A place where the immensity
of space and time
leave you humbled
aware and awed
of your place in life
as ant to elephant
so you to existence

I have walked beside deep rivers
under the shade of giants
in their leafy crowns
and smelled the scent of life
awakened anew in time
and gifted to me
and I thank the moment mine

Verdant growth about me
abundance as if a glory
a softness in the silence that is peace
in coolness of ancient trees set by a Master
in the garden of what is and will be
where pride and boldness fall away
and leave only the love of life

I have walked in deserts stark
seemingly empty of any life
as if truly places of utter loss
examples of what might have been
or what we might make of all
if we forget the duty we owe

Shattered stones and whispering sand
landscaping empty spaces and times
a place of reflection
a place of contemplation
undistracted internal discourse
that leaves one shaken
at discoveries within brought without

I have walked in the hidden places
deep and dark
yet but a span away from the light
oft amazing to my sight
halls of silent reverence
wherein I drank from springs sweet
and returned to the light and life

I have walked a path
oft crooked and wandering
yet it leads me on
as it ever has and will
until it ends at the place and time appointed
and I surrender all I have ever been
before the judgment of my Father

[Soaring Feather]

This poem is a master piece, so rich in vivid imagery, so moving the spirit to walk with one who has walked these paths.

Excellent.

[NY Attitude]

Great poem.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Thank you. It sprang from pondering on the far reaches I have traveled. Funny how a comment can spur a thought process, an exploration of memories.

[Soaring Feather]

Funny how a comment can spur a thought process, an exploration of memories.

Triggers of the mind, an opening for the muse to work her magic.

I do believe it is one of the best pieces you have written. It is so rich and wealthy in imagery, a living painting we can all identify with.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

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