My mother said:
"Girls who whistle come to bad ends.
Carry yourself with grace,
And keep your hair out of your face."
But Mama, that's shit.
There is kindness and love
And pulsing blood--
That's it.
I am thinking about dragonflies.
They carry themselves with grace and live for just a single day--
Their beauty made sharper
By brevity.
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That is very nice. "Their beauty made sharper...by brevity"
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Phil
I love dragonflies - beautiful post once again.
ReplyDeleteI love the little guys we have in Quebec but the huge 3 inch fellas in Ontario...... gosh you need a tennis racket to beat them off you.
ReplyDeleteThey charge and head bang lol
I'm a constant whistler. Imagine my great relief to read your second paragraph!
ReplyDeleteOoh, I wish I could remember all the things I was told I couldn't be as a little girl. I bet I do them all!
ReplyDeleteLovely - and dragonflies are my FAVORITE, too!
i have to whistle. i have a parrot who 'talks' to me in whistles and i can't not reply?!?!?
ReplyDeleteand do dragonflys only live 1 day. really? how sad. they're so gorgeous!
lovely image and words I should let me daughter read ;-)
ReplyDeleteExcellent post.
ReplyDeleteI'd rather have a wonderful short life than a really boring safe long one.
Every second counts with them does it not?
ReplyDeleteI liked this one Shay...
Tomorrows Friday......
Chica, you are the queen of dragonflies...only you'll live forever and they won't.
ReplyDeleteLOVE this one!
Perfect.
ReplyDeleteBrevity.
Elegance.
Absolutley divine in its brevity also is your poem...your thoughts bring coolness to my flesh, the thoughts made whole in your views...thank you!
ReplyDeleteYes, perfect.
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