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.
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
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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.
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