Another Failed Dragonfly Poem

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I used to go down to the pond at the end of our street to write poems about dragonflies the way Monet would go down to his garden at Giverny to paint water lilies.

 

The only difference was that dragonflies didn’t stay still like waterlilies did. They dashed and darted about the pond at 100 ks an hour. Even when they had sex they had it on the wing coupling like planes fueling mid- flight. You had to admire them though they were devilish to tie down.

 

I almost got one once when a dragonfly dawdled on the front doorknob one drowsy afternoon, after summer rains, then saw me and took off, its gossamer wings flashing rainbows.

 

7 thoughts on “Another Failed Dragonfly Poem

  1. I once found a silver and blue dragonfly dead in my room cooler. That was the day I realized how beautiful they are. His wings sparkled like a rainbow. I buried him in the garden alongside a dead butterfly and I left them flowers everyday.

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