Sparks

dragonfly polaroid poem
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

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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

25 Comments on “Sparks

    • the deceased dragonfly has kept its charm Sanaa 🙂

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    • thank you Bjorn – the two came together with little calculation

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    • touching comments Donna – thank you x

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    • appreciate your appreciation Sherry – those words sum up the finality of it all 😮

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  1. Early morning enlightenment! When I was a child, dragonflies often led me to water. Now that I think of its old soul …

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    • young souls in water -then to the air – and then earth

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  2. The jewels of Nature, eh? I like how you take us with you on this outer/inner journey.

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    • little wonder we wear them Rosemary!

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    • an interesting observation – flash of light and life

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    • thank you for your lovely words Beth 🙂

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