The Dragonflies' Lair ~ Thread XXXX~

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

[Soaring Feather]

Revisiting a Childhood Dream

Amid the bitter seas of ancient time
I sail a gallon made of a daydream
and chance the wild surf I deem
here where my thoughts do rhyme


Black sand beaches on a marooner’s isle
and gales roar, in a lightening scarred sky
where gold is found in places wry
gutted castles, those rotted piles


Friend and foe, we toast in rotgut rum
and salute the outcome of our dream
throwing gems to wenches as they scream
celebrating with us, though they think us dumb


Oh to be a pirate upon the bounding Main
and sail the seas of yesteryear but once again
with friends now long gone in history’s din
but if we did, some would say we weren’t sane


WayzataJohnn, 07.15.07

Thanks to WJ for today's poem. Great topic, ARRRRRR!

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. My but you are up early this morning. I was considering frying some eggs, pork chops and potatoes O’brien but because I woke up late I had to settle for Fig Newtons, Banana and lots of coffee to get me started.

[Lost Dutchman]

Good Morning Everyone,
I have a staff meeting to go to (blech) so my breakfast will consist of a cup of coffee and a slice of breakfast pizza I grab on the way in.

[Soaring Feather]

Good day to you. Well, the menu sounds good, love fried pork chops and taters, lots of hot coffee.

I’ll have to eat some of your Fig Newtons, I forgot to buy them while shopping.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning to you. Can’t bet pizza for breakfast, better than nothing. :)

Have a grand day.

[Soaring Feather]

Fabulous pictures.

Poles and Lithuanians defeat the Teutonic Knights (Battle of Grunwald 1410 - Reenactment 2007)

[Soaring Feather]

Fritttata O'Brien...Yummy.... this what you are talking about??

[NY Attitude]

Yes, that is it. Kind of makes my Fig Newtons meaningless. LOL. Looks delicious. If I stare at it much longer I will need a new keyboard. I’m off to the races. Have a great day.

[Lady Jag]

Botany In Action

Christopher Joslyn

This morning I found you before the rain,
Before a shower, before makeup and hairspray,
Before you made your breath like mint,
Before morning prayer, soap, earrings, and perfume,
Before hot water, breakfast and a cigarette, when
You were six brown leaves dancing in the wind

This morning I found you before the phone rang,
Before the first bill was paid, before your impatiens woke to thirst,
Before you cleaned rough white crystals of sleep from the corner of your eye,
Before you took any medicine, before you looked in any mirror,
Before your life began to need you, when
You were smooth stones at the bottom of a cold, fast-moving stream

This morning I found you before you touched the powdered wing of your own early beauty
With an attempt to be beautiful.
Your hair a million unmapped directions, a survey of the wildness of sleep,
Your body rising, falling with your breath, before you dressed in different rhythm.
This morning I found you when you were botany in action,
Partly bud and partly bloom, scarlet flower drinking air and light.

 

[MEG33]

Fuschia

Psalms 150:6
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD!
~
Happy Lord's Day To The Lair

[Lady Jag]

[MEG33]

*GRIN*!..Love it..

[StarfireIV]

The sea is a mistress
bitter and sweet
she offers adventure, a horizon
and for many a poor lad
the only way to make a living

She has broken backs, hearts, and many a wedding vow
but also has enriched many more
From the fisherman who leaves for days at a time
to the commissioned freight hand or fighter
gone for years

Vestiges in our vocabulary
Topside, aloft, and the widows walk
she will draw a man away
bringing him back better, worse
or not at all

Perhaps this is why her music, art, and stories
become prized to those who collect them
treasures in their own right
and an integral part of the human mosaic

Yes, the sea is a mistress
and a constant magnet for, dreamers, poets
and those fortunate enough to have been born
under a water sign

[Soaring Feather]

Botany In Action
Christopher Joslyn

Oh my gosh, this is fabulous, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful poem! Just wonderful, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Meg, thank you. So beautiful.

[WayzataJOHNN]

A Sailor’s True Love

The sea, she be a moody wench I says old son
fer she be strong of will and oft a temper hot
with storms so bad ye can’t stay in yer cot
and ye just hang on till she’s finally done

Deepest green with touches a’blue
her bodice trimmed in foamy white
she’s got a rolling gait alright
like hips a’swinging she carries you

But watch her moods me boy and well
fer she’s a woman after all so changeable
one moment calm the next a tempest full
from sweet lass to something dark and fell

Yet she is a giving love says I from experience
I remember days of sun and wind, the peace there
the wonder of diamond stars upon her bosom fair
a far place without confining border or fence

The sea eternal, a temple to the flow of time anon
a humbler of the arrogant and proud among men
and ever so its truly been as such and will again
for that is the magic of the sea till time is gone

[Lady Jag]

It’s a beautiful poem and unique yet familiar.

[StarfireIV]

Thank you, and thanks for the inspiration.

[Soaring Feather]

You’re most welcome. Don’t you just love it when something you read triggers your muse to write, I know I get very excited when it happens for me.