Time Dragonfly Poems

Today I saw a dragonfly emerge
from final stage of metamorphosis.
I see his four fine wings opening out,
their silver lace lit by the midday blaze.
 
To...

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I knew not my parents. Where did they go?
Seems they'd flown off before my egg had hatched,
then I and many siblings left alone.
In murk of...

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Patience 
is only
for those
who have 
time

The rest
left
to panic
jumping
the line

Sentience
metered
and charged
by the
hour

Despair
given
freely
among
—the most dour

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
...

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Wings time the rhythm
Other insects open up—
Fervent orchestra

Of legs, shake on pond. 
Natural voices— to mates;
Song worthy of Bach....

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One of the advantages of growing old…one of the things I most adore
is how time slows down allowing me to enjoy the wonders around me...

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Outside in the garden an acrylic blue dragonfly takes my breath away,  
she is pinned on treated wood, a reminder of my mother's skillful...

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Damselfly was in demand, she dated all the time.
She dated squirrels, blue jays, caterpillars, and a slug with grime.
She needs to date an octopus, her...

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Bouncing from piles of baby powder grains, 
     ballerina feet firm balance establishing 
     Addictive activity pulls...

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In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or...

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Butterfly

Butterfly sweet, 
lovely wings of gossamer gold. 
Stretch your tips to the stars, 
as that is the reality of freedom. 
Glide for hours above the...

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These... 

These are the days my friend, 
that we thought would never come. 
They are beautiful beyond belief, 
and they are moving fast. 
The seconds...

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Queen Bee

Buzz, buzz, buzz... 
Great Queen, I hear your song. 
Making honey with your workers... all night long. 
Sweet nectar of the forest, sweet liquid...

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Dear Father, mine. 

I ran away from bad. 
I took my children with me.
I found a place to run to. 
It was an empty castle...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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Feeling Young

Quiet is the morning, 
the sun coming over the mountains...
in the distance. 
Not quickly, 
but exactly at the right time. 
The day has begun....

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