Anthony Di'anno

Freshman - 1,483 Points (Yorkshire)

Dragonfly


I live where shimmering white tangled waves,
Sweep sparkle strewn, bright glitter sprinkled shores,
Where pure fresh fallen summer rain engraves,
life onto purple heathered, peat streamed moors.

Where dusty rays are beamed through twinkling woods,
And bird sung ripples float down to the ground,
I wait by softly folded dew dropped buds,
Bursting for you to know I am around.

Where we walked hand in hand among our years,
And laughed and cried and toiled our way through life,
Wiped away rain, sweat and hot salty tears,
I will meet you there again darling wife,

I will come to you a dragonfly,
And you will see that true love does not die.

Submitted: Friday, July 12, 2013
Edited: Sunday, August 25, 2013

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  • Rookie Daniel Brick (6/18/2014 1:58:00 PM)

    As a parallel to your DRAGONFLY here is Ezra Pound's ANT, who lives in the same neighborhood - they're sometimes mates - THE ANT'S A CENTAUR IN HIS DRAGON WORLD, /PULL DOWN THY VANITY, IT IS NOT MAN/MADE COURAGE, OR MADE ORDER, OR MADE GRACE, /PULL DOWN THY VANITY, I SAY PULL DOWN./LEARN OF THE GREEN WORLD WHAT CAN BE THY PLACE/IN SCALED INVENTION OR TRUE ARTISTRY. Pound's parents were so right in naming him after one of the fierce Biblical prophets. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,150 Points Daniel Brick (5/22/2014 7:39:00 AM)

    Your Sonnet expresses the full flood of life and living things released in a riot of excess in summer. It's so full of life and so assertive that I was taken aback by the theme of death which did not darken the poem (the two opening stanzas are just irrepressible!) but definitely adds a minor key to the overall melody of the sonnet. As a promise of the triumph of life over death the dragonfly plays a role similar to grass in your ODE. It's the tiny, humble, carefree natural things which prevail. And in such a vast universe we too are tiny and humble. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,032 Points Noreen Carden (9/17/2013 1:41:00 PM)

    Anthonyl this a beautiful it pulls at the heart string it made me feel sad and sentimental
    a very sweet poem well done (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,319 Points Lyn Paul (7/20/2013 8:57:00 AM)

    After death I do believe we will live on where memories have been held. a lovely write for your wife and something for her to cherish. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,010 Points Valsa George (7/13/2013 4:20:00 AM)

    Why come as a dragonfly? Why not lke a peacock strutting colourful feathers to entice your sweet heart into a reeling, rhythmic dance! So you skipped, sang and laughed your way through life in gay abandon and can't think of leaving that blissful life behind! The scene painted is indeed beautiful! Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

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