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Summer May 2
The dragonfly
that perches on your finger,
on the wall, at the doorstep,
like still life human history,
on the page, close to the vines,
balancing atop that blue teacup,
fanning steam

as time slips, whistles, rips
like stitches twisted, which
unravelled, like a wish
you made last summer
when horses snickered, reined by
steel knights sweating and kissing
gloved hands, ladies laughing
over earl grey tea and shipped silk,
the dragonfly danced upon
melancholic waters

what is skulking in the moist darkness
must come forth and answer
how one equates infinite and none,
vain, like history, snow, and gold,
before sung poetry from the old —
to live one’s life for something, you say,
is to live one’s life alone for something

what is repeated,
wars and manipulation,
mutual destruction, human reproduction,
drilling and penetrating,
with rhythm and with force,
Is intrinsically obscene,
the mechanics ancient and ******,
beastly brutal and brutally simple –
the human wheel of time

dawn broke
over churning waters, a cycle of
chalky, foamed flowers grew and died,
quivering is the white fish washed ashore
twitching, pulsating, then stilled

the dragonfly, sensing death,
skitters away
Raven Feels Apr 6
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I wrote that so long that I don't even remember what I meant anymore???---:


it is what it is

she used the words

traced myths on the board

then changed the tints

all over the place she wished the hints

a miraculous visit

been bet on the mere illicit

for hemispheres to plan new dragonflies bare naked fishes


                                                                                      ------ravenfeels
Betty Jan 4
Fiery molten reds and flaming pink to make the birds weep in the trees

emerald greens and lapis blue to shame the sky,  so bright that we could never hope to see them with the human eye

Dragonflies are coloured with wonder
Dragonflies see colours that the rest of the world cannot hope to imagine
William Dec 2020
All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky.
Master of the swamp.
Master of it's prey, be it orange, white or grey.
Perhaps the common whitetail, zooming all about,would choose to dress in the blues and hues of the dasher and wallow in the clout.

Don't mistake him for the damselfly, he'd rather die, he wouldn't be seen like that.
Even through the magnificence of his multifaceted eye.

All that structural coloration makes him look like a Christmas decoration.

All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky.
Master of the swamp.
Master of it's prey, I'll hail it each and every day.
Betty Sep 2020
Skimming Dragonfly
Colourful spirit of light
Summertime with wings
I wonder how far you've flown ;
how much longer till you land .
Those tiny wings are a marvel ;
every jet plane will agree .

Are you having fun dancing there
in this billow before the storm ,
that's soon to rage the air
of all the space you live .

So dance in the air I breathe ;
Mr Dragon Fly --
don't be scared
of what you do not know .

The storm will come ;
it'll wash this town ;
of everything that doesn't
hold it's ground .

So hold your ground ,
and you'll be fine .
Hold your ground ,
and you'll get home .

You don't know him ,
but the weather man says
the rains will flood the lands ,
and the winds will down the trees .

Your home might not look the same
when you get back ;
it'll have been changed ,
to a different place .

I'm sorry to inform you ,
Mr Dragon Fly --
your home will be swept away
in currents of dusty water .

But you live in a world
bigger than we all know .
So when you see
your bed in the trash ,
please know that it'll be ok .

Nothing last forever .
Nothing doesn't change .
Things go to ruins .
Things tend to break .

It'll be ok .
It'll be ok .
Mr Dragon Fly --
Everything will
be ok .

Go on ,
and play for now ;
Mr Dragon Fly --
don't be scared
of the future
you do not know .

Go on and
live for now .
Go on and
live for now .

Go on and
live !
As I watched a dragonfly in the wind before a big storm, I found myself connecting on some level to this little guy. We had something in common, because each of us go through life not knowing what is going to come next or how our present moment decisions will ultimately impact our future. It was like watching myself in the perspective as though I were a dragonfly. It was encouraging to see my situation in that way, in a more relatable way to nature. When I can think of things in terms of how nature works, they always make more sense to me.
Kryptonite Oct 2019
blue peonies
the dragonfly swifts in
pink lilies
landing behind the windowsill
green orchids
piercing screams the creature exhales
one last glance around the empty room
the dragonfly flies out
a pin drops
day 69
Disconnected wires and
Missed communications
Linger between the sheets
Like secrets cried out to
The bare walls of a home.
Standards float high
Above our heads
Like the dragonfly.

My own reflection
Slithers out of my
Skin to stare me
In the face and fib,
The most intimate
Kind of betrayal;
She is a quiet,
Cozen serpent.

Broken mirror,
I know you don’t
Want me, you
Won’t touch me.
Jagged edges too sharp
For affection, too tender
For your logic. I get
It; apathetic.

Vulnerability and
Exposed emotion;
I hide in shame,
Naked under white light.
You are too good to
Feel such things.
I get it;
Halfhearted.

Detached from you,
From body and mind,
Limb from limb.
Bare bone dare show its
Face to you, while
I cover myself with
I want. Uncertainty
Occupies my blood.
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