in bliss of summer weather;
in swarms they gather.
Flies around flowers
green, winged creatures of nature;
old mystic creatures.
Roams in tall grasses,
through seasoned swamps they hover.
Pleasant winged wonders.
My sword and shield
Adorned on Ralph and Lauren
Cherry blossoms potions of health and well being
The hunt is on
St. George but an amateur
His quarry old and withered
These dragons of the modern age
Caught in mine eyes through reeds of tall grass
In a flash my blade swings
but to the magic of illusion
I am a hero, a knight’ noble
In the retrospective
I’m just a boy swinging sticks at dragonflies
And in the retrospective
I hate the retrospective
A heavenly burn
A mind-bending dose
of hair raising hell
Over hill, over dell
Dive-bombing the banks
Like little military tanks
In quest for our love
an apparition above
where the tone is set loose
By swinging noose
And we see, no we feel
Forget what is real
Despite our chosen path
Today is all that we have
We walk by the river side
wanting the sky to fall
planes fly tree line low
she ducks her head as we go
as I hold tight to her hand
She has the look of eloquence
her eyes burn into my eyes
and by the riverside
we spot a blue dragonfly
we watch it's shimmering wings as it flies
We stop for a few moments
to watch this baby fly
as we care for all
and none care for us
as we are just planes and dragonflies
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
I pick the plump ones
round,dark and sweet,
I fill my basket
for this evening's treat.
The dragonflies chase me
past bushes hung blue,
As raindrops in Georgia
fall upon thoughts of you.
We planted these fruits
when you were a boy,
Today I collect them
with bittersweet joy.
The rain it falls
the bush it bears,
I recall the memory
of you standing there.
His spirit dwells
there, in my garden.
breaks away from it family
to inspect my wet leg
teasing a shiny blonde hair
lit by an evening Baltic sun,
its wings said to vibrate at 2,000
times per second, if
I reach to touch this
momentarily curious creature
it vaults toward the back lit
protective river reed sweet grass
or water lilies at 100 times the speed of one
length of its jeweled body,
Two species in short vernal contact
and how to compare us:
Zygoptera have lived 250 years,
possess keen 360 degree vision
eat mosquitos, never had a thought, yet
who is to say my kind are better
in the scheme of things?
she spoke to me of dragonflies
and visits from the dead, and it made me
long to hear the voices of the lost,
those without tongue to taste the wind
or form the wistful whispers
why had I seen only a butterfly,
against an ignorantly blessed, black sky?
its colors a magnet to my eye, but silent
even with wings whipping desperately
as it was sucked into the abyss
no words issued forth
for my eager ears, to allay my fears
that there were no messengers
from the other side, or if there,
they chose not to take flight, or
find me worthy of their sad song
what if the disbelievers were right?
and once we lose sight,
and fall into deaf sleep
there is no ether where we roam,
but only the dank dark decay
the soundless feasts of bacteria
on the hopeless host
When she told me she loved me
I didn't believe her.
So i killed myself instead.
A fairy came to me & whispered enticing secrets in my ear.
He outlined a closet upstairs
where I live alone inside my head.
Tidal waves of white roses grow in & out my of spine.
Suffocating the fishes prancing in a field of raving vines.
Lunar Lullaby plays hopscotch in a cloud of flies.
She licks cherry red ice pops & sings bird hymns to oak trees withering in the wuthering skies.
Swarming dragon-lies fly in lakes upon Monet's canvas.
There he paints a beauty of Thumbelina whose grave resides in the darkest corner of my empty heart.
A red cape looms above & flutters without wings.
My cave is growing vaster
And so I sail amongst its seas.
This Psychosis is no more wearing thin than Rigor Mortis can begin.
I'll live sedentarily as a maid serving rotten apples to men chained as apes.
A lotus will float on by down this bloodstream & into the night.
As a crater on the moon your corpse died suddenly as when fruit bloom.