From what celestial palette
The iridescent cobalt blue
That paints thy gauzy wings?
Thou little insect hovering
Above my garden pool,
So nearly motionless
But for whirring wings.
Dost thou wait silently
For mosquitoes to appear
To assuage thy hunger?
Long, slender body –
Darning needle some call thee,
But thou art not such.
I watch thee, dragonfly,
Not a dragon, but tiny angel,
Come to mesmerize me
With thy heavenly beauty.
As I doze in my hammock,
Awed by thy patience, I smile
Away this August afternoon.
Categories:
darning needle, beauty, dream, imagery,
Form: Free verse
I flow in corners of my not so expensive mind
Coming apart at the seams
ragged edges laughing at my consternation
My muse stuffs me into an envelope
It is not scented, strangely enough
I wish it was lavender or cinnamon
for I am in my full flat out Mad Hatter mood
Soiled ideas with peanut butter eyes
A truth that will be gone in a few minutes
I pick up a darning needle and try to sew things back
As I sew the hole gets bigger and bigger
Of course it would be opposite day
What kind of a rabbit hole did I fall into anyway?
Categories:
darning needle, self,
Form: Free verse
When I was young, a dining needle
Was the term we used
To name a flying insect, but
Turns out we were confused.
For darning needle is another
Phrase for dragonfly.
If you see one up close, then you
Will know the reason why.
Its thin and tapered body looks
Like what we’d use to sew,
But “darning” is a word that many
People do not know.
And so a word misheard became
A means of us defining
The dragonfly, which we assumed
Was out to do some dining.
Categories:
darning needle, insect,
Form: Rhyme
She holds it in her little hand,
the arm of her friend, Teddy Bear.
It had finally been torn off,
from what started as a little tear.
Her tear streaked cheeks say it all,
her world has come to an end.
This tragedy must be reversed,
we must get Teddy on the mend.
Tongue stuck out the side of her mouth,
she helps thread the darning needle.
Bright red wool to do the job.
In her arms, Teddy, she cradles.
With each stitch, she pats Teddy's arm,
cooing reassuring words,
Telling him how brave he is.
It's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
With a flourish, I place the last stitch,
a band-aid and healing kiss.
Then, off they go to new adventures,
Teddy Bear and my Little Miss.
Categories:
darning needle, childhood, daughter, friendship,
Form: Rhyme