The Dragonflies' Lair ~ Thread XXXX~

Soaring Feather and poets of the Lair | July 6, 2007 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragonfly 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 (c) 2002

[Soaring Feather]

WOO HOO, way cool Meg!!

[NY Attitude]

mine

[Soaring Feather]

LOL, yours!!

philodendron
http://houseplants-care.blogspot.com/2007/01/heart-leaf-philodendron-plant-care.html

I suppose a very old plant could have a very thick root.

[Soaring Feather]

very thick root=make that stem.

[NY Attitude]

It came from one of these type plants

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, this does look like bamboo, however this plant does not have heart shaped leaves. ;)

Hawaiian Ti Plant maybe???

[MEG33]

;o)
Signing off for the day.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night dear Meg, gorgeous sunset. Rest well.

[Soaring Feather]

Goodnight everyone.

[NY Attitude]

Beautiful picture MEG33. Rest well.

[NY Attitude]

Good night Soaring Feather. Rest well.

[NY Attitude]

My cactus are in the background.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.


Edward Dowden, In July

Why do I make no poems? Good my friend
Now is there silence through the summer woods,
In whose green depths and lawny solitudes
The light is dreaming; voicings clear ascend
Now from no hollow where glad rivulets wend,
But murmurings low of inarticulate moods,
Softer than stir of unfledged cushat broods,
Breathe, till o'er drowsed the heavy flower-heads bend.
Now sleep the crystal and heart-charmed waves
Round white, sunstricken rocks the noontide long,
Or 'mid the coolness of dim lighted caves
Sway in a trance of vague deliciousness;
And I,--I am too deep in joy's excess
For the imperfect impulse of a song.

[Soaring Feather]

Both your plants look healthy.That cactus is really tall!

[MEG33]

Cape Flattery

Good Morning To The Lair..Lovely poem, Soaring Feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Great place Cape Flattery.

A perfect place for a poet’s muse to awaken
under nature’s cool cape
while the sound of water’s breathing in and out
from little coves covered in moist moss
cool, dark, calm, quiet, and sublime
coaxing the songs of summer from the wind.

Soaring Feather

[MEG33]

Applause..

I once had this picture as a desktop..I think I’ll put it back! It brings out the child wanting to go exporing in me.
I want to be there.

[Soaring Feather]

Compelling that's a good word to use for this scene.
It draws one into the picture, then releases
one’s mind to wind travel in a serendipitous rhythm,
a wending through space and time.

[MEG33]

Indeed..It’s back on my desktop..It is a compelling scene.

[Soaring Feather]

Compelling and a trigger for my muse!!

Thank You.