Monday, December 20, 2010
Monday December 20, 2010 Potluck Poetry
REFLECTIONS, INTERPRETATIONS AND MUSINGS
I thought when I was stopped short
By the sight of the brilliant red dragonfly.
The encounter had to do with the Poems of the Desert,
Earlier I had set about reading all that I could,
Learning about the desert.
This sighting predicted a change.
How could I have known
My energies would be diverted,
The change was coming.
There was a far off rumbling.....
My eyes scanned the horizon,
I had no idea what I was looking for,
Four months passed,
I was changing,
What I was investigating,
What I was interested in,
Now the dragonfly had settled on books,
That is the order of the day.
Books to hold,
Books to open,
Conceal and reveal
This seems to be the proper course,
Always the one that requires all that I have been,
And will ever be.
There was much thought,
And then a crescendo,
Five projects were completed.
I had to make them visible to "see."
Now, it seems I am working more slowly,
Thinking, working, writing,
What an adventure,
This is a Dragon book/project, based on the sighting of the red dragon fly. I read that there is a Native American tale about how coyote tricked the dragon, and forever after the dragon was the dragonfly.