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]

Calli, hello Calli, are you still hiding??

[Lady Jag]

I can’t really reply to that. I’m watching a movie called Idiocracy where a soldier volunteers for a experimental program that will put him in suspension for a year.

Something happens and he doesn’t wake up for 500 years to find earth a mess and everyone retarded. And even though he’s average intelligence, he’s the smartest man on earth.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night all.

[NY Attitude]

Good night Soaring Feather. Rest well.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!


The Sound of the Trees
by Robert Lee Frost


I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

[tomkow6]

Morning, Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Okay, how are ya doing and does the race begin now??

[tomkow6]

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[tomkow6]

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[tomkow6]

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[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. My what an interesting picture. Hope that all is well.

[Soaring Feather]

You rat you, and further more you did not ping me.

Wrong!!

[HopeandGlory]

Good Morning everyone . . . I'm off outside to start a bonfire . . . the brush is pileing up again, so must try and whittle it back into submission . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Gorgeous day here on the East Coast. I like pictures of crooked trees, they have so much character.

I guess I am not made for straight lines
I like a lot of zig zag
a surprise around a corner
can add laugh lines around one’s eyes
or hold nooks or terror
one never knows these things
but like a crooked bent up tree
they all hold a mystery for me.

[Soaring Feather]

Bonfires in the field by day
ambers glowing at night
a pile of rubble set to fire
to fertilize the site.

Have a wonderful day, Hope!
Gorgeous graphic, thank you.

[NY Attitude]

I like that. Although a tree’s roots may have a crooked nadir, there is always a significant part of it that finds it’s zenith.

[Soaring Feather]

Balance.

Yupper, it’s balance, green things gotta grow toward the sun.

[NY Attitude]

BTW, Calli came out of hiding. I am not sure if hunger drove her to come out or the imaginary demon that most cats just seem to perceive and they run around frantically for no apparent reason.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL

Well, you did through her into a tizzy by disturbing her rest, she is just trying to deal with cobwebs, did you offer her some strong coffee? Poor girl needs help. I hear cat psychiatrists are costly but do some good....chasing out demons that is!

[NY Attitude]

Calli gets brattier with each passing day. If I work overtime she gives me hell when I walk in the door. She loves to chew on my plants. I just may have to resort to a spray bottle to break her of that habit. She will look me in the eye and munch away. She is no lightweight. She has gained weight since I got her from the Humane Society.