Archive for the ‘Dragonfly’ Category
Raseate Skimmer Dragonfly — Image by kenne
In motion, it measures motion—
wingbeats, shadows, the slight wrongness
of something closing in.
Eyes like a net of light
cast in all directions.
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Dragonfly Silhouette — Image by kenne
Dragonfly, Thorn
black wing
balanced on thorn—
silence
made visible.
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Flame Skimmer Dragonfly At Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kenne
A flame skimmer rests,
perched on a dead branch,
its body a streak of fire
against the soft green reeds
of Sweetwater Wetlands.
The pond lies quiet,
ripples folding into reeds,
while wings of copper glass
catch the sun’s edge—
a sudden brilliance,
then stillness again,
as if the dragonfly
were holding the day
in its fragile grip.
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Variegated Meadowhawk Dragonfly In Flight — Image by kenne
“Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away
If you can use some exotic booze, there’s a bar in far Bombay
Come on and fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away”
— from Come fly with me by Frank Sinatra
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Variegated Meadowhawk Dragonfly — Image by kenne
“Restless dragonfly, darting, dancing over the ribbons of trailing weed.”
— Arthur Christopher Benson
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Shining Through The Shadows — Image by kenne
weeds grow
where water
no longer flows
gently over
the canyon spillway…
marsh
of cracked soil
a dragonfly
passes over
remembering
what was
desert natal waters…
leaving behind
dark shadows
moved by
hot desert winds…
— kenne
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Blue Dasher Dragonfly — Image by kenne
“The beauteous dragonfly’s dancing
By the waves of the rivulet glancing;
She dances here, and she dances there,
The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair.”
— Heinrich Heine
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Red Saddlebag Dragonfly — Image by kenne
As I age, balance becomes
more of a challenge
increasing my admiration for
dragonflies, their ability
to stay perched
on the end of a reed.
— kenne
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Flame Skimmer Dragonfly (Sweetwater Wetlands, Tucson) — Image by kenne
“Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly’s wings assures me of a pure, innocent world.”
— Munia Khan
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Blue Dasher Dragonfly at Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kenne
Warming in the sun
On this chilly spring morning
Life on a new day.
— kenne
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Dragonfly Art by kenne
May you touch dragonflies and stars, dance with fairies, and speak to the moon.
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Dragonfly Art (Female Roseate Skimmer) by kenne (09/21/13)
A twisted wire perch
By a Roseate Skimmer
Just bring on the mud.
— kenne
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Adult Male Blue Dasher Dragonfly — Image by kenne
What’s this dragonfly doing?
Looks like another insect has been caught in a web,
which has got his attention.
I’m not that much of an insect expert.
— kenne
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Dragonfly Art — Image by kenne
He stands at the top
Just waiting for the moment
To leave in the wind.
— kenne
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All Souls Dragonfly — Infrared Image by kenne
November in the Sonoran Desert.
Land of indigenous cultures
Whose names are true to nature.
Ghosts whose shadows grow wings
Standing in the graveyard
That has become a holy vortex.
The owls of the night carry
Voices whispering death is alive.
Dragonflies rest on dead stems only
To fly away, circle, and come back
Recognizing all the souls of the dead.
— kenne
(Inspired by lines in Luis Alberto Urrea’s The Tijuana Book of the Dead)
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