Posted on 11/16/2014 2:42:38 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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Hello friends, opening The Dragonflies’ Lair, please stop around. Bring “a found” poem, your own creation, and remember we laugh. Music is always good.
Oh man, I cannot believe I did not ping you. Forgive me please. You are most welcome.
HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOU — VAN MORRISON (in HD)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFF1wJN75Z0
Coffee At Four With Humming Birds
Coffee at four with humming birds
a most enjoyable date
loud humming sounds announce their arrival
while looking for their sweet liquid treat
the first to arrive displays an acrobatic feat
swooping and diving round the feeders
checking the safety of the site
he makes a fast stab at the nectar
whizzes past me and tips a thank you wing
he’ll be around again on the morrow
repeating his staged approach
I wait on the porch a devote viewer
of natures’ entertainment without a penny spent.
Soaring Feather
06/4/2014
Things I cannot fix
all seem to mix
in one week of sorrow and tears.
Soaring Feather
Welcome back. You were missed.
Oh, thank you, NY Attitude.
It is nice to know I have friends. :-)
Forever is a poet’s place
riding in the wind, climbing
star way staircases
climbing holding on
a shard of a dream held
in a far away wind
wisps of sliver thread
and golden lame’
weave its small cocoon
each poet knows this place
its warm velvety feel
its light descending since the dawn
gossamer gowns with jewel filled crowns
the land forever bound by dreamers
and lovers of starlight land
tie the lover’s knots together
in the loving land.
Soaring Feather
2009
Good morning, Ms Feather!
Good Morning, Tom!
Are you cold? Our weather has taken a nose dive, Burr and snow on the ground.
Whoa, that is chilly.
Hey, I know an old poem I learned in the Navy, about a girl from Nantucket! Wanna hear it?
I heard that poem one time, thanks but I think I’ll pass this time. LOL
I lost track of Bent Feather. Did she pass away?
I am bentfeather- I changed my user name some years ago to soaring feather.
It is so nice to hear from you, thank you. Please feel free to post away.
Forgetting the Line of Time
The pages shift in memory of
happy times as kids
hunting down the rabbits
is what my brother did
Mom would make a pot of stew
we all would partake
and grateful for the meal we had
we bowed our heads in Grace.
We explored the creek than ran
through the pasture green
in Fall wed fling those cow chips
a farmers kids baseball
and if one got hit,
it was no fun at all.
We stepped on dried Thistle heads
the pain was sharp and long
the old Burdock heads would cling
to clothes and hair and dog.
We walk the pasture with much care
looking for milkweed tall
oft times there would be a butterfly,
not yet fully formed
the green chrysalis, a marvel to be sure
a gift and wonder to behold
as nature did her work
and taught the chrysalis to be
a Monarch Butterfly.
Soaring Feather
2007
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