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Dragonflies
What are dragon flies?
Something colorful flying by.
A small critter that skims across the water.
Maybe just a messenger?
A positive symbol.
A way to keep life simple.
Transformation into the new.
A spiritual change in pursuit.
Rebirth of new beginnings.
Fly as far as you can see.
Don’t hold anything back.
An echo in black.
Traveling with wisdom.
Passing through into a new realm.
A soul not forgotten.
Remember the good times are never lost.
A critter flying free.
Be whoever you want to be.
Lightning fast in the night.
Colorful shades in the sky
They hover like lanterns in winter’s skull
Frost suspends them where silence leaks
I count the hours on clocks made dull
Since laughter sang along the creeks
A radio shivers, its static bleeds
Like moths dissolving against the flame
Its fractured hum recalls our deeds
On silver shores we never name
Their wings are maps to vanished streams
They carve the wind with vanished sight
They keep our words, like broken dreams
To haunt the corridors of night
The sky scatters pixie dust~
across orchards of dragonflies;
while in sunflowers, the stars do trust,
tracing tales through kohl-lit eyes.
A fairy cloaked in soft florals~
fragranced moon-mists and rhinestone rust.
But within veins of golden corals,
she weaves hope with saffron crust.
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
whimsical wings
flutter between cherry blossoms
living in the moment
Frequently left with no logic
when wet with amorous magick;
Dragonflies and rolling boulders,
cohesive thought left in embers;
A soft touch in heavy silence
leads to an act of defiance;
Locked up with metallic handcuffs
you won’t hear me utter rebuffs;
To follow the heartbeat in me?
They may say it’s a bit crazy;
Arrested ‘cause I won’t comply,
I’ll plead the fifth with no reply;
In love we’re outlaws of reason,
flames burn into acts of treason.
cabernet and dragonflies -
red and green fireworks
flitting about tall trunks;
the woods is dark. patio lit
with tea lights, amber and ebony.
pink-crèpe jellyfish, in uttermost twilight,
suspended from jumbo umbrella.
breadsticks, like twigs, snap; several
copious charcuteries.
flickering fate, speed of light
of wedding tale, ancestry
of one hundred years
will sail by in a nod,
but this eve is once upon a time,
merely the engagement.
Today I’m thankful for dragonflies.
We find them by ponds, in lakes in rivers and by streams.
I love how the first people to populate this land believed
dragonflies were the deliverers of dreams.
And I particularly love this indigenous point of view:
If a dragonfly sits on your shoulder…
all your dreams will come true.
The newborn dawn caresses
outstretched arms of cattails
surrounding the circumference
of a tranquil pond. Before breakfast
the reed maces say grace, and
beckon for warmth on an April day.
The spring peepers sing their
morning melodies, to serenade the
incoming day. Tiny ripples disrupt
the water’s peace. Above those tiny
waves two shining dragonflies kissed,
erratically swayed, and kissed again
before their golden flakes fell,
and gave the reflecting sun
a blushing freckled face.
My mind foggy with too much stress,
I chose to saunter along and imagine
pastoral scenes that I had seen.
I dreamed of fields and meadows
all in green, painted with the colors
of the multi-hued perennial Spring.
As I walked, I felt my mind easing into
a comfortable stride with me.
We passed a calming stream
with fish and frogs and dragonflies.
Each bird sang its soliloquy
and I had only tranquil happiness,
peaceful rhythms, and floating
clouds that billowed and shape-shifted with the wind,
so grateful that I had found the clearing.
Don’t hesitate,
rustle up courage dragonfly;
All you need lies within you;
Grande adventures await
on the precipice of wild;
No
fear,
Look within
yourself.
Supersonic dragonfly skies,
kaleidoscope of dreams;
Incite a shift,
encourage others;
Stay young at heart.
Dragonflies have remained nearly unchanged for about three hundred million years. How researchers know this, I cannot say, I suspect they have studied fossils of them. They are adaptable, able to live in almost any condition.
virtually unchanged
a shimmering dragonfly
ancestral wonder
Diving into the wind
reaching for the sunlight,
aglow with the fire of a thousand wishes
granules pulse with prosperity;
Once in a lifetime every time,
negligent to think otherwise;
Fiercely fleeting so grab it
little dragonfly,
invite sparks into the smallest moment;
Electrify
supersonic energy
On a late Summer day in August
a light breeze is the catalyst
for winged dragons that emerge.
I watch an ancient tradition
unfold before my eyes
as the dragonflies dance.
They swoop, they dive,
and then bow, and curtsy
pirouetting on air currents.
In my minds eye
I see myself dancing
With the winged creatures.
We dance for the designer,
rejoicing in exuberance
for the gift of earthly days.
Forever changed we become
as He joins in the dance,
and we dance symmetrically.
Someday the King and I
will for all eternity
dance with the dragonflies.
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