Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well.
Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty First
Stop. Listen! What's that sound?
Early morning fog eases me into Monday, muffling the sounds of traffic.
July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty One
Dragonfly,
out one summer day,
Hard
at work – easy at play
Lit
upon a milkweed pod
High
above the soggy sod
Watching
a man, so very tall,
But
really not that scary at all
Sitting
there he forgot his wings -
(they
are gossamer things)
Intending
to get them nice and dry
For
when next he took a whim to fly
He
let them droop he let them drop
Before
he knew the sap they did sop
Oh
right away he knew the danger
Having
been told since babe in manger
Wings
are a gift from the kind fairy queen
They
have to always, always be kept clean
Being
distracted - forgetting just once
Truth
be told, he felt like a dunce
Hoping
to keep looming disaster away
He
lifted them up towards Sun's ray
He
flexed - he strained - and finally took off
Narrowly
avoided- Barn! Eave! Trough!
A
gentle breeze had sent him awry
As
with heavy wings he could not fly
The
man by the creek (really no squatter)
Friend
to snake, bird, and otter
Dragonfly
with his last burst of strength
Landed
upon the mans great length
Who
saw right away Dragonfly's plight
Dried
sap that was preventing his flight
Gently
held out finger, strong as an oak
With
creek water droplets, began to stroke
The
sap, now dry, began to dissolve
And
just like that - problem solved!
Dragonfly
soon able to fly away
Gratefully
resumed his work that day
Twenty First Noticing, July 2014
In the gloaming, bird songs begin - trying to keep dark away? Or calling down the night, welcoming a time of rest?
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