mid-sentence they held my attention
eye-catching sparks of early bright sun
maydaying in becalmed acres of grass
I figured metal foil loosely crumpled
resplendent, silver-quickened
not gaudy geegaws, gold or brass
one of nature’s objet trouvé trinkets
clichéd on pendant, brooch or bracelet’s
charm – semblance of wire and plexiglas
~ii~
a dessicated old soul of the season
earth and blunt blades a lasting lament
dragonfly’s congenital completion
October and we cannot fail to remember
thought-stopping sparks of enlightenment
lines of faith re-drawn in water
Dedicated to the memory of a devoted friend and teacher – and joining with other Sunday versifyers at Poetry Pantry
PoetryPix 
Love the sparks of enlightenment!
glimmers in the dark Mary
Beautiful tribute 🙂
the deceased dragonfly has kept its charm Sanaa 🙂
lovely…
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I can see how nature inspire a memory.. a wonderful one.
thank you Bjorn – the two came together with little calculation
Laura your words are touching my heart today…such wonderful description and a beautiful tribute!
touching comments Donna – thank you x
I love “a dessicated old soul of the season”……..a beautiful tribute.
appreciate your appreciation Sherry – those words sum up the finality of it all 😮
Early morning enlightenment! When I was a child, dragonflies often led me to water. Now that I think of its old soul …
young souls in water -then to the air – and then earth
Such a lovely tribute to “dessicated old soul”….they are indeed magical creatures!
mythical souls
Yes, they are.
The jewels of Nature, eh? I like how you take us with you on this outer/inner journey.
little wonder we wear them Rosemary!
lovely images!
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Life does flick past as a dragonfly in our line of sight.
an interesting observation – flash of light and life
Your words tell the story and describe the magic. Thanks for sharing them and your beautiful image.
thank you for your lovely words Beth 🙂