8 August, 2011
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
So short the life of the dragonfly
I wonder if it knows of it's own mortality
It's life, but a breath of a few months
So free and easy it glides from place to place
Hunter, trapper, deadly foe
Alighting gently on a blade of grass
I watch it's effortless flight as it moves on
Perhaps another target in it's sight
Such beauty, barely escaping it's own inevitable plight
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meri (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, August 8 2011, 06:49 pm|
That dragonflies had such short life spans.
What I like about a dragonfly is that it minds its own business and doesn't buzz around you like bees, yellow jackets and hornets.
Nice poem about nature Dreamer.
|Tricia (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, June 24 2020, 02:04 am|
Dreamer it has been years since I've written and came to visit. Miss you and Terrie. Dragonflies are my favorite insect their "meaning" speaks true to my soul.
|Dreamer (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, June 26 2020, 12:10 am|
Nice to see you come back and visit us. Good thing about dreamers... We are always here.. next to the dragonflies :)
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