The bright orange liquid flows
Across the table, forming rivulets of sugar
And artificial flavors
The poker chips cry out
As a faint splash hits them
Brother and Mother scream in agony
At the very thought their precious technology may be injured
The soda slithers under the table cloth
Sneakily hiding in the folds of the napkins
That helplessly try to clean it all up
Welcome to the Quilt of Dragonflies. Like a quilt, I have a bit of everything...Patterns you may not think would come together until you see them as a patchwork. I attempt to convey my view of the world through daily poems, and sometimes quotes or pictures. Shel Silverstein once wrote, "If you are a dreamer, come in." ~Claire
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.
claire,
ReplyDeletein your poem I don't like how you said it like my ipod is of is totaly worthless, the soda could have ruined it.
your mad brother,
owen