The dragonfly decided not to land,
nor decorate his ornate garden pond.
It sought some other gardener's hallowed hand
across the lawn, the beck wall and beyond.
This offspring of the year before's event,
held no known knowledge of his love affair.
It saw no sadness in his missed intent,
to frame its micro-second in the air
His quick exposure through a macro lens
had hoped to freeze the wings while in mid-flight.
To paint the perfect picture for his friends
and share with his software, this magic light.
The blurred and fuzzy images foretold
his once, rock-steady hand was getting old.
Well, i have to say Chuck Audette is completely full of it, This poem is awesome and you sir, or gal can just be jealous. Leslie knows what i am talking about, so good and awesome define this poem.
The dragonfly deserves a poem about his garden adventures- you served him well in this piece. An enjoyable read and a well-written poem to share with us. Thank you.
Love it. A delightful poem and a pleasure to read. You do write some interesting works.
Did Daniel Einstein even read the poem? If so, he would get that I'm saying the narrator (DR) is not getting old, but maybe had too much coffee to hold the camera steady for that shot in the final couplet... -c
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fine poem, well observed, well written with good rhymes.