The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread LIII

Soaring Feather and Poets of The Lair | June 1, 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

[tomkow6]

Afternoon, TT!

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Fellow Lardites!!!

[tomkow6]

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[Soaring Feather]

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, everyone!

Muse


When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient,
Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread.
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation,
When compared with the gentle piper's tread?


And she came in, threw out the mantle's edges,
Declined to me with a sincere heed.
I say to her, "Did you dictate the Pages
Of Hell to Dante?" She answers, "Yes, I did."


- Anna Akhmatova
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, August, 2000 Edited by Orit Bonver, August 2000

[WayzataJOHNN]

In The Night She Hears You

She sleeps, or pretends too,
yet listening to the words out of the night.
She hears them, discern some, others without a clue,
shape her thoughts be they good, or right.

She lies there, hearing the words that were saved,
saved until she was in bed, so they could be said.
Words that hint at problems, now these are engraved,
and she perceives them, not understanding the inner dread.

Sounds of pain, and anger too, and silences that cut deep,
she lays there and weeps, unsure what to do, or say.
A child in confusion, left behind and so afraid to weep,
loving those who argue, wanting only good this day.

Parents never understand that children hear it all,
and hurt along with you in ways that they can not define.
Take the time to hear it from the viewpoint of a child small,
perhaps you’ll learn a lesson, there’s more here then just thine!

[tomkow6]

Meet my "MUSES"

 

[Soaring Feather]

I see the spirits play a big roll in your life.

LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Very moving poem, so true. It’s in the Anthology! Was there working just now.

[WayzataJOHNN]

We all get those days, here’s an ode to them!

Lost My Marbles

They said I’d lost my marbles, but I know that was false of course,
‘cause I can still hop on one foot, naked, and yell out Bats, Bats, Bats!
See it works, for there none around, I’d see them from my hobby horse,
as I ride down the hall here at the institute, herding all the tinfoil cats.

I’m as sane as anyone, just ask the inmates here for proof,
for most of them are well known, why we even have Napoleon here.
One day they said my life got to me and my mind just went poof,
but I just checked in to get new crayons and nap all afternoon, my dear.

Don’t let it get you down that I’m now safely locked in here,
‘cause now I have more time to watch for flying things.
They’re dropping bombs filled with warm root beer,
and its getting hard to hear my home phone in the distance ring!

[Soaring Feather]

Lost My Marbles

Is this an ode to Tomkow, LOL, click link below, scroll down.

hehehehehehe

http://dragonfl.accountsupport.com/page15.html

[WayzataJOHNN]

Now that was funny, political sniping in poetry has a bite!

[Lady Jag]

Good morning, Soaring Feather. Love the poem and the graphic is adorable.

*Hugs*

[Lady Jag]

Erato

pay homage to Erato for she plays her flute long into the night her music as sweet as the fragrance of her crown of roses the muse of love poetry her inspiration lays in waiting for the poet's repertory Faith Elizabeth Brigham

[Soaring Feather]

political sniping in poetry has a bite!
LOL, I wrote those in "Word For The Day", here at FR, then copied them into the Lair, well my ego is such that I thought they belonged in the Anthology. ;-0)

[Soaring Feather]

Oh I love this poem and graphic, I think I am she! LOL

[Soaring Feather]

*HUGS* to the Lady of the Lair, Lady Jag!

[Lady Jag]

Great! I found several poetry muses but felt Erato fit you best!

[Lady Jag]

Good Monday for Muses!

[Lady Jag]

Lady of the Lair.

I LIKE that!