Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity


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

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Houses I Love in New Orleans & Two Poems

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THE SECOND COMING By William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre    The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things ...
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Sunday, June 14, 2020

Hurricane Season...

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HURRICANE CHILD, A MAM POEM By Marion I were born a hurricane child strong 'n furious, dark 'n wild. Come...
Friday, May 29, 2020

The Good Life by Tracy K. Smith

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The Good Life When some people talk about money They speak as if it were a mysterious lover Who went out to buy milk and never Ca...
Friday, May 22, 2020

Words and Prayers Heal the Ugliness in the World

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Friday, May 15, 2020

Lagniappe

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I color. I read poetry every damn day. I hit my stride at 50... I burned bright...then ashes... Scooby now runs th...
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Saturday, May 2, 2020

Ah, to be 16...

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Sixteen By Carolyn Cahalan Sixteen Sees and laughs, Sleeps and eats, Aches and cries, Babbles, thinks, Loves and hates, Stretches, lives ...
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Thursday, April 30, 2020

Red Canna by Georgia O’Keeffe

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Red Canna, 1924 by Georgia O’Keeffe ^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ Menstruation by Marion Lawless Jesus's mother Buddha's mother Mohammad...
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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

We Shine Like the Sun - New Orleans Suffers...

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When The Bones Get Cold  -   By Lorna Crozier My husband sends me hummingbirds from his eyes. Only he and I know he’s going blind. For ...
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Thursday, April 16, 2020

Language gives light...

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“Language is the house with lamplight in its windows, visible across fields. Approaching, you can hear music; closer, smell soup, bay le...
Sunday, April 12, 2020

For Death by John O'Donohue

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Fecund life here in Swamplandia... Comfrey transplants a month or so ago. Same Comfrey plants this week. Wind chimes ...
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I am a Moonchild born breach on the full moon during hurricane season in South Louisiana. I read; therefore, I am.
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