The Dragonflies'Lair ~ Thread XLIX~

Poets of The Dragonflies' Lair | February 15, 2008 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly 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©
2002

[Soaring Feather]

Well, the fun thing about writing is we can play any character we please, actors on a stage. Any stage we please. ;0)

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[SevenofNine]

Well report from Fox news latest one pilot is dead and other was recuse in collsion with two F-16s

Also report from BBC wire report that Japan bank has declared interet rate stay what is

[Lady Jag]

February

No one writes poems about February, Its sometimes the forgotten month, Christmas bills to pay, Nights getting lighter, Frost along the way. Valentines Day in the middle Of the month, Blood red roses and sparkly cards, For those still in love. Cold nights spent in the warm, Watching tv in the gloom Looking forward to an early Spring, March tides and daffodils, Crocus's too, Swaying and dancing In the gentle breeze for you, February is the shortest month, But one that brings such promise, Of warmer days, And brightly coloured gardens, And everything coming back Vibrant and alive. Lynda Robson

[Lost Dutchman]

My Driveway 02/20/08

[Lady Jag]

Yikes! Bad stuff, ice. The main road is dry . . . I guess you don’t use chains.

[SevenofNine]

Breaking news off Fox news a missile hit try hit that Dead US satellie was SUCCESSUL it nail it

[Soaring Feather]

WOW, you have an ice skating rink! My word, and look at the snow.

We’ve not seen anything like this in a couple of years.

It is very beautiful, thanks for the picture.

[Soaring Feather]

Nice picture Lady, the poem is very appropriate.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!
Maybe this graphic and the accompanying photo are not related, however I do see a connection.

"My poet-child, I want you to sing with Me:
I barter nothing with time and deeds.
My cosmic Play is done.
The One Transcendental I was.
The Many Universal I am.
I am the Soul-Flower of My Eternity.
I am the Heart-Fragrance of My Infinity."


By: Sri Chinmoy

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

[tomkow6]

Afternoon, TT!

[tomkow6]

Afternoon, Allegra!

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Fellow Lardites!!!

[tomkow6]

39 DAYS TO OPENING DAY

AND Allegra's HOMECOMING!!

 

39 DAYS TO OPENING DAY

AND Allegra's HOMECOMING!!

 

[Allegra]

Morning, tomkow!

[WayzataJOHNN]

Morning Moves On

Soft sun dappled waters gleam,
and flow under the ancient bridge.
Between the Beech lined shores,
flowing to the sea, somewhere.

A loon’s call echoes soft, just there,
opening some of the mind’s doors.
As you listen to the wind off the ridge,
you perceive things are more then they seem.

On high the hawk flies in an azure sky,
among the tattered clouds there adrift.
Watching common fate play out below,
dancing, light upon the winds of change.

Mountains marching through their range,
as below, the river, ever softly onward flows.
And on a gust, the hawk now swiftly lifts,
and dives to earth, as hunger softly sighs.

[tomkow6]

You still getting sand storms?

[Allegra]

You still getting sand storms?

This current round has ended, thank goodness. It is now clear, windy and cool.

But this is sandstorm season, so I'm sure we'll see more. I just love having grit in my eyes, nose, ears, mouth, hair...yecchh.

When yout take a shower at the end of the day, the water comes off sand-colored.

There's no place like home...thers' no place like home...there's no place like home...{click! click! click!} Damn....it still doesn't work. ;-)

[tomkow6]

So, when you come home, you can say that you are a “TRUE GRIT”?....LOL!