She entered my garden for a visit, she stayed never exit
Final perch
~~~~~*~~~~~
She entered my garden
Looking stressed out
Her beautiful colors faded
No iridescent flavors
Left upon the loveliness
Of her wings.
Exhausted
To the point of
Elusive dreams
She indiscriminately
Perched upon
An unseen masterpiece
Of a spider’s web trap
Where there’s no return.
Somewhere within
The unknowns of the night
She met her fate
The Dragonfly’s nightmare
Drifting
Into the Elysian
Of her destiny.
WHAT A UNIQUE METAPHORIC WORK, WILLIAM. ONE COULD VERY EASILY RELATE THIS SAD SCENE TO A REAL LIFE TRAGEDY, WHICH HAPPENS ALL THE TIME...WRONG CHOICE, WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME. THE IMAGERY IS WONDERFUL, THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
This reminds me of Paula, my first daughter She grew up wanting to be like her dad. I’m no one to emulate . . . Haven’t heard from her in almost two years. I am worried, but I hope she is well.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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