The dragonfly at rest on the doorbell—
too weak to ring and glad of it,
but well mannered and cautious,
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when our gaze grazes over it and moves on, the dragonfly changes its clothes, sheds its old skin, shriveled like laundry, great imagination.
a pilot without bombs or weapons, and wings clear and small as a wish A true guide to poets the one that has metamorphism as one of its skills as well as gentle ways
A great poem by Nancy Willard...........................
The gift of the poet is to look at the mundane and make plain the beauty that was always there. :)
Seeing a dragonfly as a bomber without bombs. I saw it well in these words! good poem
the dragonfly changes its clothes, sheds its old skin, shriveled like laundry, and steps forth, polished black, with two circles buttoned like epaulettes taking the last space at the edge of its eyes. Beautiful poem on the varying colour of the dragon fly. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
Extremely descriptive.....Interesting similes....nicely penned!
Excellent portrayal of a Dragonfly. The poet's ability to see through its acts at microscopic level makes it a rare poetic marvelous. Thanks a lot. It reminds me of another outstanding poem on the same subject by Dr Geeta Radhakrishna Menon which I found to be equally captivating.