The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXVII~

The Muses, Poets of the Lair | April, 24,2006 | bentfeather

[Lady Jag]

The Ant
by Ogden Nash

The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon, Lady. I have just returned from doing errands.

Nice choices today from you.Thank You.

[Lady Jag]

Happiness is what I seek,
Of happiness I hope to reek.
If what I seek, I can find not,
I'll turn myself into a snot.

~Poet LJ

[Soaring Feather]

I love it! Well done, Poet LJ!!

[Lady Jag]

Going through some old favorite poetry, I've posting some that I feel are worthy of rereading.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
~ By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, you know I saw that poem this morning and was going to post it. Now I'm glad I did not.


It's a lovely poem. Thanks.

[Lady Jag]

Happily daydreaming of flowers dancing connotes serious spring fever, and I have it. I won't keep waxing poetic, but I will post the occasional poem of joy.

[Soaring Feather]

Good, love to have you do so. I had a wonderful walk today-I was doing my errands. Very joyous time.

[Soaring Feather]

Last one out please turn out the lights.

[tomkow6]

Morning, Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Now that the daystar glimmers bright
We suppliantly pray
That He, the uncreated Light,
May guide us on our way.

No sinful word, nor deed of wrong,
Nor thoughts that idly rove,
But simple truth be on our tongue,
And in our hearts be love.

And while the hours in order flow,
O Christ, securely fence
Our gates, beleaguered by the foe,
The gate of every sense.

And grant that to Thine honor, Lord,
Our daily toil may tend;
That we begin it at Thy Word,
And in Thy favor end.

To God the Father glory be,
And to His only Son,
And to the Spirit, One and Three,
While endless ages run.

Ambrose of Milan translated by John H. Newman

[Soaring Feather]

Amen.



Beautiful poem, Knitting, thank you.

[tomkow6]

That's a pretty big mosquito!

[Soaring Feather]

Mosquitoes don't have that many wings!

[Knitting A Conundrum]

I am surely glad mosquitos don't get the size of dragonflies....

[Soaring Feather]

LOL me too!! They do enough damage as it is.

[tomkow6]

Sure LOOKS like one! Seen some like that near a nuclear plant....

[Soaring Feather]

Oh now aren't you the clown??

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Even the huge swamp skeeters I used to see in New Orleans didn't get that big...