Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
Friday, August 21, 2015
More Deborah Digges' Poems
~Prayer Flags in the Wind~
Free of the moon's collusion,
I feel like an abandoned
lover. ~ Deborah Digges
FOR SYLVIA PLATH
She gave birth here, which is to own the land like these cliff trees, so black and hard and efficient, closed to anything but fire. She had two children, worked between feedings, and kept two gardens, one simply for flowers. They must still root somewhere on these hillsides the way seeds can be carried for years by the thermals on the muddied wings of insects, in the wool blown free of the thickets, in the hooves of cattle, in the feces of migrating birds. Now Devon greens in April, even the chimneys, the reddish-blue clay and stone, the timber of the houses, while over the grass the clouds outrun their shadows to the sea, as if the earth turns too quickly, let go from the hand of the air, as if the sod must feel its way closer to the rock against such wind that blinds enough to see these pastures given, hedge by higher hedge, to sunlight.
Painting By Number
There was the farmer
who would not come to the front door,
his face already jaundiced, luminous,
as if death were light inside him.
He’d bring a picture as payment
saying it was his hobby now that he was
dying to paint what he’d never seen.
There is no way of telling people that they are all
walking around shining like the sun. ~Thomas Merton