Moth and Dragonfly Photos by Me from May, 2009
A composition book I collaged last week for writing my poems in.
By Marion
Night, she awoke me
whispering in my ear
wake up, wake up, dragonfly.
Danger is near.
I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we weren’t born mortals
because mortals bleed and age.
I flew up from my slumber,
the silence unlike other nights
and found his wings there beating
against love’s too bright light.
I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we aren’t mere mortals
because mortals bleed and age.
I soared to him and told him
light would burn his delicate wings
if he didn’t move back from it,
he would soon die from its sting.
And I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we’re moth and dragonfly
and don’t know love’s light fades.
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This is a poem I wrote last summer. I have several in progress, but am having a case of scatter-brained going on mixed with procrastination. Can't seem to finish anything. Maybe next week...
I hope you all are having a wonderful weekend. It's hot, humid and sunny here with some amazing clouds about. I did a little cloud-watching this morning until the heat brought me back into the cool house. I was watering my Willows and gardens and also dragonfly-watching. They swarm me when I turn on the water hose. I spray the tree leaves so they can lite on them and drink.
Blessings,
~Marion
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"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." ~Hans Christian Anderson
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"If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it." ~Toni Morrison
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