It’s not Sunday, but it’s still rhyme time. True to my word from last week, I’m turning my focus more towards the poetry I love writing. I’m not sure how long this season will last, I only know that it’s time to turn away from introspection for a while and focus on the joy of writing words that make me smile (well, they make me smile when I’ve finished writing them, the actual process of writing can make me look like a constipated hamster, as I try to coax the right word from the ether using all my earthly wiles).
I may have mentioned this before, but my poetry does not read well on small screens. The WordPress reader seems to find it necessary to butcher words and sentences indiscriminately so that they fit on a tiny screen. So if you have time, load up your laptop and if not you can find me on Instagram, where I also post my poems in a slightly less butchered form.
On with the show, there’s a dragonfly with a legacy waiting to be told…
Young nymphs hopped about on the lily pad, playing and having fun Except for the nymph in our story, she sat apart in a party of one Come join us! Called the others, but she looked the other way She was busy trying to shed her skin, she had no time for play By the time she’d reached ten cycles, she was miles ahead of the rest She’d be first in her year to gain her wings, she’d prove that she was the best Her focus was single-minded, no time for distraction or sport When the teen nymphs called, come hang with us! No thank you was her retort At the end of fourteen cycles, she had mastered the art of the shed Bored by the brown of her current form, she longed for what lay ahead For the vibrancy and the excitement, that came in the next stage of life She would leave behind this stagnant pond, disdain for her peers run rife The nymph hunkered down on the blade of grass, sensing her fate was close It was time to evolve to the state of being that the nymph had longed for most She shed her skin for the final time, her transcendence was unsurpassed Emerging in colours of yellow and blue, she spread her wings at last She hovered in all her glory, danced a display of beauty and grace Victorious and triumphant, at last she had won the race She looked down at the nymphs on the lily-pad, perplexed at their lack of concern Why did they sit so content in their form when there were dragon wings to earn? She alighted onto a nearby stem, soon joined by an elder now fading away Why so forlorn, you have been reborn, is that not reason for joy today? You have only five days, maybe sixty, to make the most of your wings now bestowed I have been in this form for fifty-two days, I am close to the end of this road Days? She exclaimed. I had years as a nymph, I’ve worked hard for this form without end Missed the parties, the downtime, the long days of fun…I never even had a friend A rookie mistake, said the old dragonfly, one I made at my first turn on earth It’s tempting to focus on outcome, but journey is the true thing of worth It is fate that has brought us together like this, your mission carries on from mine There is joy to be found in each phase of life, there is awe in each moment of time Spread word to our kind of all you have learned, now I must bid you goodbye He flew from the stem and she never again crossed paths with the old dragonfly But she took her mission to heart, newfound purpose burning strong and bright She urged the nymphs to savour each form found upon their path to flight She lived longer than any dragonfly, recorded in history Her teachings passed down in ponds all around, a spiritual legacy
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