Thirteen Times the Dragonfly
I.
The dragonfly drops.
Sunshine glimmers on its
diamond wings.
II.
Unlike the black cricket,
sweet muse of the night,
no dragonfly sings.
III.
The dragonfly skips
on crystalline, still water
deftly tracing endlessly echoing rings.
IV.
A monk would say:
Dragonflys are what they are
one should not compare them to things.”
V.
Let your eye become
the dragonfly’s glassy eye.
Gain sight that is shiny and reflecting.
VI.
I fly low with the dragonfly
above a sunflower meadow.
Small children are laughing.
VII.
A dragonfly skates perfect
circle eights around the star
that appears first every evening
VIII.
The dragonfly tiptoes across
a golden rose.
Young lovers are seen wedding.
IX.
The dragonfly waltzes with the rain
in an ocean blue sky that shines
after the thunder and lightning.
X.
The wind suddenly shifts--
the dragonfly is cast into summer.
Moments are franticly fleeting.
XI.
On a clear moonlit night
the dragonfly did not fly.
The world continued dreaming.
XII.
In the spring, the dragonfly
will rise above burnt ashes
to reclaim heights worthy of soaring.
XIII.
Chasing the dragonfly
uniquely unveils the masterful mystery,
of what it means to be living.
Tiffany Ragsdale-2009
Copyright © Tiffany Ragsdale | Year Posted 2012
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