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Lily Pads and Dragonflies
(And why I don't carry a camera)
Lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed pond and dappled water
And right across a splendid bridge
With people leaning over
A dream, a joy; a perfect summer’s day!
In all the muted colours of a painter’s pallet!
One blink, and life’s timeless image carried!
But what will I do with all these lovely things I see?
Make them make my mind work… !!
And watch them fit, with expandable ease,
Within the whole bright scheme of things!
And blended there a patchwork blanket, living!
Perfectly aligned, and not overlapping
Not crowding out, nor overshadowing
Referenced in an instant my own memory
Will work greater works than any machine!
Whose sharp edges squared fit in angled shapes
Needing to be stored somewhere
And there take up further space, and clutter
Whether virtual or not!
Far better woven within the fabric of my mind
Where they can play back, at some later date,
In a whole new form: some inner loveliness!
To form a whole new fearless picture, of who I am!
Oh, lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed ponds and dappled light
Engrave your bridge from here to there
Upon this mind’s own twinkling of her eye!
(…not her camera’s!!)
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