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Sandi J Holland


Black Gossamer And Legs


Gossamer wings they always have,
Like the one I saw today,
Perched on the balcony railing to say,
Don't just look, come out to play.
But I'd quickly went in when I saw him come.
As much to see him as not to be touched.
I ran inside and stood looking out,
Trying to figure what he was about.
He sat there on his crooked legs.
Black sheer wings flicked to and 'fro.
Thinking of what I just don't know.
I looked away, and when I looked back,
The dragonfly had quietly left,
And I was lonely and bereft.

Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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Dragonflies are my favorite insects. I couldn't believe it when a black one flitted onto the balcony, and flew back and forth. I rushed inside because I didn't want to scare it way. Also, that old childhood superstition comes to mind when I see them. Supposedly, if a dragonfly lights on your eye, you will go blind. It lighted on the balcony railing, and to my delight, sat there for some time as I watched. I don't get to see them that often. They seem magical, something that I would not see in the ordinary places in which I live.

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  • Khairul Ahsan (12/22/2013 10:56:00 AM)

    The poem captures a particular scene and a particular mood so well!
    You may like to read my poem 'Dragonfly' and comment. I would like to have your comment on some of my other poems as well, if you can make time to read and say a word or two. (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (6/22/2013 1:59:00 PM)

    @Ruth Walters
    I know. As long as I can watch sometimes, I'm happy. If I could catch one, it would probably die from unhappiness.. I feel particularly blessed to have seen this one. (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (6/22/2013 7:13:00 AM)

    @Bobby Wynn
    Thank you. Writing about nature and romance have always run neck and neck with me :) (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (6/20/2013 8:12:00 PM)

    Thank you both, Paul and Jesus. Depth and minute detail. I think the ability to write with those qualities comes from appreciating small things. From just sitting, and looking, and thinking. (Report) Reply

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