The Dragonfly Of Hope Poem by Denis Mair
The Dragonfly Of Hope
As a poet tells us, "the center cannot hold..." yet certain deeds are enacted as if they stemmed from a moral center. When central values become blurred in a chain of mediations, at least you can transmit advertisements for caring, or shoot an ice-arrow of disgust into the warty hide of destructiveness. Hurrah for lamentations that wrench the guts of melody and show us the darkness we wrestle with in common! So let darkness be corralled and portrayed on the iridescent chitin of a dragonfly, and let that creature touch down right where your hopes are rising.
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//I want to be a moral support officer. I want to uphold things of value. I want to be a herculean herbevorian trickle of goodness in a swordfish suit. I want a synthetic insect to tap dance on my fingernail & fill me with the nausea of prostitution. I want to wear the brightest lipstick ever invented in a dark room & shake hands with a violin. I want that violin to be a Stradivarius & the darkness to be palpable as the handle of a mop. I want that mop to be as literal as the logo for the Rolling Stones. I want the Rolling Stones to support all my endeavors with the disheveled appeal of aging bluesters. I want the blues to be so blue they turn pink & walk all over my tarpaulin with the viability of Agnes Moorehead swatting little astronauts in a Twilight Zone episode.//
You get inspired from a beautiful prose. The Dragonfly of hope, you dance by the air that blows, you look forward for the plant that ready to hold your " hands" ... yes after spending times on dark river, now its time for you to discover beyond street flowers. Some freedom souls now to fly, but they never gone it just world space is too vast. with moral now you can travel that far.
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4/19/2024 6:09:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I want, I want many things but my want is want- scarcity of life glittering in the rising sun what I want like the dew on the fresh leaf flying flying there the dragonfly flying there with its strong wings in the darkness flying with a dim light- it's hope hope to go, go far, far away to love but darkness leaves not the life transient lives in the pregnant youth of time and in time everyone has to leave all.......