The Dragonflies'Lair ~ Thread LV ~ Anniversary Thread

Poets of the Lair | August 1, 2008 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragonfly 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

[Lady Jag]

LOL! What a workout!

[tomkow6]

"Yes that is true, hence one of the very good reason it took me 9 years and 9 months to get a good conduct medal most folks got in three years! "

Watza good conduct metal???

[Lady Jag]

Wicked clever, ‘Tude! And on a Monday, too!

[Soaring Feather]

Needless to ask then, you never got one! LOL

[Lady Jag]

Paws for basketball!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL, this is so cute!! ;0)

[Lady Jag]

Watza good conduct metal???

A magnet.

[NY Attitude]

Yep, some of those dots were in the strangest places. Hope that all is well.

[Soaring Feather]

Watza good conduct metal???

A magnet.

Taped to Tom's forehead! LOL

[Lady Jag]

A magnet. Taped to Tom's forehead! LOL

Are you sure you need the tape?

[Knitting A Conundrum]

You don’t know how fond of that I am...when I was 12, I helped create, act in, and I designed the costumes for a parody of that poem! A good memory!

I’ve been awol cause I’ve mostly been writing fictions lately.

But speaking of parodies - here’s a little something I wrote after reading something totally atrocious that the author was just so proud of:

To the tune of Home on the Range

I remember the time
I was not filled with the slime
that some folks delight to churn out,
bad lines falling like rain,
till I winch with the pain,
and I forget what is good - o the doubt!

Bleach, bleach for my brain,
to remove all the shadows and pain -
I long to suspend disbelief
and enjoy without grief
where the stories make sense once again.

[Lady Jag]

I get the picture.

[NY Attitude]

The metal attracts all of the free-floating Alpha Rays and that is probably the source of Tom’s voices.

[NY Attitude]

Being a former art student, I was going to draw it.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

One other piece. It’s a prose-poem. It’s about 2 people who were separated for 3 years beyond their control, and in fact weren’t sure if they would ever be allowed to be together again.

Petal in the Wind

The leaves shifted and fell, maple scarlet for the third time. He twirled a leaf in clawed fingers, and thought about how she loved the autumn, dancing with leaves in her hair.

“You’re thinking of her, aren’t you?” Kaede asked, watching him from the corner of her eye as she gathered in the last of the fall herbs. “Are you still waiting?”

“Keh,” he replied, as he turned away from the old miko, unwilling to see her look of sympathy.

He watched the children playing in the snow and thought about a snowball she threw once. Making one, he placed it on the lip of the well, and watched how it melted in the late winter sun, so slowly. It reminded him of his heart, his hope.

Sakura time came, and he watched the slow, lonely drift of a petal caught in the wind, drifting, delaying the inevitable, coming at last to rest on the ground, like the cold death of hope. He smashed it into the ground, refusing to believe.

He thought about that petal as young hands tugged his ears, and how his heart was like a snowball. Suddenly a whiff of scent and a touch of aura, and that snowball that trapped his heart melted immediately.

As his arms wrapped around the warm flesh of the one person who mattered most in the world, he knew that delay does not equal never, and he rejoiced.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Knitting, good to hear from you. Glad to hear you’ve been writing fiction.

Ah, happy you received good vibes from the old poem, it is delightful.

I am a total slacker this summer and have written virtually nothing.

Good parody, I know it helped clean the residue from the other’s sludge.

[Soaring Feather]

Good one!!! LOL

[Soaring Feather]

How I love this piece, so rich with imagery. You take the reader into another world, another time, encompassing thought, feeling, color, sadness, and joy, all in a short span of time.

Wonderful!!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, LadyJag, I do believe you have won today’s WOO HOO!

[Soaring Feather]

You may be correct, no tape needed.