The Story of my Blog Title

Quilt of Dragonflies- My blog is named that for a reason.I am lucky enough to own a genuine Quilt of Dragonflies, which I am sure brings me good dreams when I sleep beneath it. It was given to me by a friend of my mother's, who handmade the entire thing. Color meets pattern in this fantastic piece of artwork which sits on my bed. Brilliant shades of purple, blue, and green intersperse with tie dye dragonflies. I will not hesitate to call it my inspiration.







Monday, June 25, 2012

Outdoor Concert

hands stroke the piano keys
the sound resonates
up through the wood and the lines of chairs
up to the green mountains
that stand above, casting sunset shadows down
to the listeners
sitting in the grass
ears pricked like dogs
hearing the notes
a symphony hidden in each shining key

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Mountains

These mountains take my breath away
In each moment, I feel defined, something small that takes up
Little space
Solidly, my feet stand on the ground
The same ground that these giants have sprouted from
Did they curl up like the leaves of
An emerald fern?
Or in a second
Just begin to be
Vast and silent, standing above
Us all?
These mountains are the rainbow
In a day
From the pink tips of sunlight just rising into the bowl of the sky
Down to the fiery orange of midday. The green of the trees
That cling to the ridge line, stubbornly in their place

When the light grows tired, these mountains are purple
Dyed brightly against the haze of the sky
They fade against the background as the bowl grows dark
Until the only thing that separates these mountains and the sky
Is the stars. 






Monday, June 18, 2012

Brother

brother
in your new clothes and
sure smile
you are ready to take the leap. move forward and
leave a part of you behind
brother
growing fast and not looking back
you will appreciate these moments later
khaki pants
maybe for the first time in your life
listen to the speakers and hear what they say
maybe not remember beyond today, but they have good advice
a segment of your life is over
tune in next week for another installment
for now
just laugh with friends
store your memories somewhere safe
for another rainy day

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Mowing

Robert Frost said
Mowing was a scythe
Whispering against the grass
With me, it's a growl
a bloody battle
We having nothing in common
the mower and I
He spits at me
Sputters and groans with each
long aisle of green
Robert Frost's hay made itself
With me, the grass works backwards
Against me
we fight too
In fact
sometimes the whole
yard is out to get me
i raise my rake
and set to work



*Note: This poem references the wonderful Robert Frost poem Mowing, which I happen to love. I have no grudge against him for loving mowing.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Splashing Cars

the splash of cars is comforting
out of my window
funny how that noise
puddles
can seem so cozy
and safe

Friday, June 8, 2012

I Watch in Wonder

Times like these
weak ray of sunshine slides into my room
poor thing, the clouds have suppressed it
grey but present
I watch in simple wonder

Cloudy Window

being sick is
staring through a cloudy window
little bits of dust and build up
blocking your view
you seek the sunshine
the energy of the other side
but it is elusive
hiding behind the opaque glass
you see the faint outlines
of ideas that should be carried out
tasks yet undone
but you have no power to break the window
no way to find the light
on the other side
be patient
scrub quietly
until life reveals itself
on the other side once more

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Graduation

Spitting rain and the umbrellas
Pop up like daisies
In somber shades of black and grey
The speakers rise to the occasion
And as words form and programs are passed around
The rain stops
Several seconds the sun is out
The weather understands that this
Is not a day for rain
White dresses, roses, blazers
Do we want to say goodbye?
A few tears, laughs,
Memories in abundance
Cigars and the smoke makes me choke
Maybe I'm choking on something else
Something intangible
Photographs
Smiles and bright futures
Shining through the rain, which has started again
Refreshments, families
In every sense of the word
We hear of this school as a way of life
Never to be forgotten
The graduating class of 2012
Congratulations
Congratulations.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

The Horses

A wet soccer game
Cancelled
A brothers' wet soccer game
Played
I watch
In the pouring rain
Over my shoulder
There they are
Sometimes bad things
Create good ones.