I am every bit a dragonfly today
feeding on fleeting days,
the crisp fall air
turning my stomach,
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Although a bit pessimistic but still very good poem reflecting strength of words. Mark Nwagwa's comments are the best words to share this poem.
Butterfly is all that I feel half finished still clinging to the umblical cord of the Palette replaced before drying
I will understate my fragility, and will suffer it alone - no, you won't; not after you take the pains to write it all down, crisp and inviting, we'll all be there within diminished words, lingering, till full-fledged spring gives us new songs of mountains rising, as we grab on the sides and pull ourselves up, to the top, where the words leave their meaning - but climb we will into new words filled with the human fragility of our striking nobility.10 for the unknown strengths of fragility
How much we have Walt Whitman to thank for Poems like these that can soar without the chains of rhyme and meter and yet bound within that sphere of clipped impact. Adeline