Post Four:
A Poem, A Dragonfly in the Field of Poppies
This poem was inspired by Markus Russin ’s poem Ways of the Dragonfly.
“Ways of the Dragonfly” @MarkiTWR https://medium.com/poets-unlimited/ways-of-the-dragonfly-9eadf4afdfb
What rests and reflects in lucid and brittle wings?
My fantasies? My delusions? My wishes and hate?
The poppies seem to embrace the scene so very cautiously.
Yet, so lovingly? So strangely? Or is it strange?
Aren’t the poppies scared of defeat? Of losing
their petals and their way of life?
The two think not through rain, night, and time.
Why? Why don’t they invite someone like me?
Every day I stand nearby and wait longing to belong.
I see the tender wind swaying the stalks of the poppies.
I see how the lines intercede and settle in the wings of the dragonfly.
Yet, I am nothing but a shadow to them.
Or a fantasy. Or a delusion. Or a wish. Or a thing to hate.
The only difference is I am alone, they are not.
