The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXXI

Poets of the Dragonflies' Lair | August 9, 2007 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

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]

Rumore has it that Soaring Feather took that photo
ROTFLOL this picture is perfect, I love it.

[Soaring Feather]

Glad to hear from you, so sorry about downed Internet.

Good poem there WJ.

Thanks for the good wishes! Did you mean Happy Anniversary?? LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Now I may be a curmudgeon, just a bit...
Sorry, I just could not resist, LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

I'm off-Good night everyone.

[WayzataJOHNN]

In Hopes I Wait

It’s just a country road
A bit of gravel on mother earth
Leading down among the dogwood trees,
And around that bend at the bottom of the hill
Down by that field my old Uncle used to till
While I listened to the song of the bees
Another summer day to birth
In fate’s farmstead abode

Wind song whispers soft
Of that time and others long ago
And I remember the history by its path
Etched in every line and mark upon my tattered soul
One day I will know, one day I’ll be so truly whole
And never know again the pain of wrath
In the final silence of time’s flow
When spirits free do loft

[MEG33]

~Good Morning To The Lair~
Beautiful poem, WazataJOHNN.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.



In Hopes I Wait


It’s just a country road

A bit of gravel on mother earth
Leading down among the dogwood trees,
And around that bend at the bottom of the hill
Down by that field my old Uncle used to till
While I listened to the song of the bees
Another summer day to birth
In fate’s farmstead abode


Wind song whispers soft
Of that time and others long ago
And I remember the history by its path
Etched in every line and mark upon my tattered soul
One day I will know, one day I’ll be so truly whole
And never know again the pain of wrath
In the final silence of time’s flow
When spirits free do loft


WayzataJohnn

[Soaring Feather]

Morning to you Meg, lovely graphic today!

Hope all is well with you. How does your yard work go??

[MEG33]

Thank you!..My back is yelling at me so no yard work and very limited computer time are the order of the day..I had a good long run with no flare ups so I am going to try to do whatever to get back to that.

[Soaring Feather]

OOoooops sorry to hear that, actually I spent yesterday in kick back mode, it’s too easy to over do.

Have a restful day Meg.

[Lady Jag]

Beautiful poem!

Morning.

[Soaring Feather]

Interesting graphic, Lady!! I like it a lot.

Yes, I thought WayzataJohnn’s poem was the ticket for a good morning ping.

Sun is out today and so far looks like a lovely end of August day.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning all you Lairites.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Kathy, good day to go to the beach.

[WayzataJOHNN]

A Moment of Discovery

Soft, soft, the coming night enfolds
As the sun wraps itself in rose and pearl
And bids night a sweet adieu again
Stars sweep the sky in silent celebration
And the moon dances a silver lullaby
To the music of the spheres on high
Such a moment the heart holds
And emotions begin to unfurl
Loosening the grip of ancient pains
Life becomes a joyous sensation
Under the canopy of eve’s sky
When love smiles from your eyes

[Soaring Feather]

oh my, exquisite poetry.

[WayzataJOHNN]

A good evening to you all, and i hope someone here is in mischief up to their ears!!!! (not enough of that going a round you know.)

Group poem time. Let’s do a Tanka, a chain of Haiku connected by two 7 count lines.

Here’s a start

Willows weep so soft
as dew dresses them in gems
like ladies noble

Silent courts of Evergreens
Where seasons set the dress code

(Put your Haiku here and your tow lines for the next poet)

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi guy, I did not see you around here.

I’m sorry I can’t join in the fun, my mind is mush-noting creative about it.

[Soaring Feather]

eyelids heavy with sleep
dew laden with glitter beads
gossamer wings unfolding

starry flight in sight
solo cruising an elliptical course