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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~
March 24, 2005
| ~bentfeather ~ Poets of The Lair~
Posted on 03/24/2005 8:35:29 PM PST by 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©
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TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: cartoons; chitchat; classicpoetry; friendship; glengaulway1st; haiku; humor; joy; kindness; laughter; music; originalpoetry; photography; prose; respect; songlyrics
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To: bentfeather
Good afternoon Ms. Feather.
Meadowsweet
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream--
Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall,
And Meadowsweet, the chosen of them all
By wandering children, yellow as the cream
Of those great cows--winds on as in a dream
By mill and footbridge, hamlet old and small
(Red roofs, gray tower), and sees the sunset gleam
On mullion'd windows of an ivied Hall.
There, once upon a time, the heavy King
Trod out its perfume from the Meadowsweet,
Strown like a woman's love beneath his feet,
In stately dance or jovial banqueting,
When all was new; and in its wayfaring
Our Streamlet curved, as now, through grass and wheat.
by William Allingham
To: laurenmarlowe
Good afternoon, ms marlowe.
Wonderful imagery in this poem. Thanks so much.
Have a grand day.
To: bentfeather; Texas Songwriter
explore the thought process in poem writing..." Sorry Miss Feather, I don't examine the process too closely, perhaps for fear that I might interfere with it.
I can tell you, though, that all of my poems start with a thought or image that I want to explicate or extrapolate.
I also wish to agree with Sandburg in post 1038, I love dust and mist. (Hmm, I know I've done dust ... but I am short of a poem on mist. ... Hmmm ... )
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posted on
05/07/2005 9:48:18 AM PDT
by
NicknamedBob
("... why do you always speak in riddles?" / "I solve them all," said the snake. (The Little Prince)
To: NicknamedBob
Afternoon Bob.
I am sure we all start with a mental image, a smell, an event, something that triggers our process.
Trigger is the correct word to use. The thought precedes the act in everything we do.
I don't think about the process that much either, I get distracted too easily and try hard to stay on the topic.
The Sandburg poem is a fabulous poem. I had not seen it until now.
I have used mist in some of my poems, but did not take it to the level that Sandburg has.
Nice to see you.
To: SAMWolf
That reminds me of a hike I did a few years back.
There was still some snow on the gorund, and the air was warm.
So there was mist and fog everywhere, the sun was overhead, and the trail looked like that.
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posted on
05/07/2005 10:24:57 AM PDT
by
Darksheare
(There is a flaw in my surreality, it's totally unrealistic.)
To: bentfeather
Orchestra In My Yard
The orchestra is tuning up
The strings are tight, the reed is rightThe show is underway.
"The baby figs have come,the baby figs have come,
And the baby paw-paws too."
Peeking from beneath the bark,
But knowing what to do.
The fig, a tiny air balloon,
Its leaves, green bandana.
The paw-paw looks for all the world,
Panicled bananas.
I've checked them all-peaches and plums,
And apple blossoms too
Oriental pears and plums,
All to give their fruit.
I'm having trouble with the grape.
But, confessions seem in order.
I didn't weed them like I should.
Thinking they'd been martered.
This year has been our floral best.
Lily, ginger, rose.
Amaryllis strutted all their stuff,
Are now near in repose.
Johnny jumpups croud the edges,
And spring up in the yard.
A tiny flower they may be,
I'm always on my guard.
To miss them with the mow machine,
When I mow the yard.
So now the orchestra is all tuned.
A finale to be grand.
The mighty daylily to win the day.
And I sit and wring my hands.
I sit amazed, these lives to be.
Allowed to witness chemistry,
Going on inside the leaves, inside the bud, inside the tree.
The soil's the same and the beauty's free.
As God mixes his concoctions with all His Glory be.
Jeffrey D. Russell
copyright, May 5,2005
To: bentfeather; Texas Songwriter; All
Texas songwriter and I thought it would be interesting to explore the thought process in poem writing. Such as, why was one word or phrase used over another. A lot of my little haiku's come from some event that has happened during the day. such as the Grackle poem. I had been tying up the grapes that day and the Grackles were absolutely "tormenting." me with their noise . . . so hence . . . "help!, my ears, my ears." seemed very appropriate and came to me very easily . . . ;-) . . . others come not so easily and are inspired by a phrase that pops into my head . . . I jot the phrase down and then start to work with it until I'm satisfied that I have the very best rendition that I am capable of giving. Then again, some are inspired by a beautiful graphic or photograph . . . inspiration is everywhere, if one will just take the time to "stop, look and listen." Hopefully as I've gotten older I'm taking the time to really open my eyes and "see."
Thank you for this Forum Miss Feather, which is challenging and allowing me to "grow" as a poet.
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posted on
05/07/2005 5:56:05 PM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: Texas Songwriter
Good evening. please forgive my late response.
I have been out of town celebrating my son-in-law's birthday and a wonderful party.
Wonderful poem. I really like the cadence.
Well done.
To: HopeandGlory
Dear HopeandGlory. We poets in the Lair are more rich due to your contributions.
Haiku for me is hard.
I am totally addicted to free verse.
Yes, stretch and grow and write your heart out.
HUGS
To: bentfeather
I am very envious of those whose poems just flow such as yours. I write poetry as I write letters . . . very static and Morse Codish.dot dot dot
dash dash dash dash dash
dot dot dot
rim 5/7/05
See, I told ya . . . .LOL!!!
1,050
posted on
05/07/2005 8:09:46 PM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: HopeandGlory
LOL so clever you are!! Love it!! Such a wit you are.
Fabulous graphic.
Happy Mother's Day to you!
To: bentfeather; All
LOL!!! . . . so glad to give you a "giggle." . . . Good night Miss Feather.
1,052
posted on
05/07/2005 8:23:00 PM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: bentfeather
Happy Mother's Day Ms. Feather!
To: laurenmarlowe
Thank You for the lovely flowers. Happy Mother's Day to you.
To: bentfeather
Hoped it was a party and not a problem with your lungs. Or bleeding...I am a preemptive worrier. It is my nature. So your ok. Hope you have a happy mothers day tomorrow.
To: bentfeather
Pinging self, for bookmark. I'd like to take part in this.
To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; WayzataJOHNN; Brad's Gramma; fatima; ...
Good Sunday morning everyone.
To: All
Twenty Third Psalm
The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green Pastures, he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake,
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me, thy rod and staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
If you wish mouse over the graphic...~The Irish Tenors~Amazing Grace~
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To: Colonel_Flagg
Wonderful Colonel, happy to have you participate.
To: Texas Songwriter
Thank You for your concern.
My son-in-law is now enjoying the fruits of being 50.
Thanks too, for the Mother's Day wishes.
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