The Dragonflies' Lair ~ Thread XXXX~

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

[Soaring Feather]

Oh very thoughtful of you Seadog, lovely. I am very fond of Star Blaze Lilies, Gerber Daisies, and Snapdragons. ;) All pink is perfect.

[NY Attitude]

Yup, you beat me to it. LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.


Into My Own


One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.


I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.


They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.


- Robert Frost

[Lost Dutchman]

Good Morning Soaring Feather and All,
Here is one of my favorites.

Invictus
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods maybe
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the Master of my fate
I am the Captain of my soul.

— William Earnest Henley

[Soaring Feather]

Bravo! Wonderful poem!

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

I wrote this poem in the 1980s under the nick of bentfeather.

Wolf Call to Vincent

Times when the poetry flows and I drift along not aimlessly,
but naturally,— a part of everything around me
times when my stubbornness keeps me out of tune
and I cannot hear the harps softly plucking in the air, cause
myself is the care.

Times when the healing rains become torrents of icy cold sleet,
when I’m alone against the world, and I listen for the wolf
to call and scream obscenities in my head times when alone is alone.

Vincent must have heard the cry—perhaps when starry night was
born—and felt the healing rains when Sunflowers was born-

We’re alike he and I, a part of, yet not a part of-
when sounds echo, colors kaleidoscope on merry-go- rounds of life.

by bentfeather

[Kathy in Alaska]

Are you and your flowers having a good summer?

I'm buried at work,
but sis and hubby went home yesterday and enjoyed their stay.

[Soaring Feather]

Are you and your flowers having a good summer?
Funny you should ask, these just came in this morning!


My Clematis


An interloper, Wild Morning Glory

[Soaring Feather]

[Lady Jag]

The Summer Day

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean-- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver

[Soaring Feather]

The Summer Day
Mary Oliver

Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

Oh my, these four lines stir some deep thoughts.

Excellent poetry.

[Lady Jag]

The fact that is stuns with profundity is what makes poetry rock!

[MEG33]

Fairy Woods by Rheam

Good Afternoon to The Lair
Love the Blossom Fairy and the lovely poems from
yesterday and today!!
Thank you

[Soaring Feather]

Oh I love this graphic!! It is so grand!!

Thank You.

[Lady Jag]

Fairy Woods is WONDERFUL!

It reminds me of a wonderful trip to UK and the time I saw Chanctonbury Ring.

Chanctonbury Ring in Sussex has peculiar powers. You can see fairies if you recite A Midsummer Night's Dream there on midsummer night's eve. We were there near midsummer's eve, but couldn't quote the whole thing.

[Lost Dutchman]

Thank You. Enjoy.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL love the graphic! Thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

I think I would like to visit England. It’s so old and rich with history.

Your trip there sounds wonderful!

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.