A Dragon Stole My Jammies

Dragon in Jammies - Illustration by Emma
Dragon in Jammies - Illustration by Emma
Dragon in Jammies – Illustration by Emma

A Dragon Stole My Jammies

I promise
He came to play
Just like he always does when
The lights go out
He likes to play with
My blanky but
It was in the wash
So he tugged and tugged
On the footie
Of my jammies
So I took them
Off I got so hot
And we pulled
And played tug of war
With my jammies
And then he flew
Away cross my heart
With sugar on top
Don’t worry
He’ll come back
Tomorrow night
I’ll trade him my blanky
For the jammies

Wintershield

Wintershield
Wintershield
Wintershield – Illustration by Emma

Wintershield

When winter comes
Lay down the shield
Wooden though it is
Trace the lines;
Four lines crossing
The middle
Four seasons
Crossing the year –
There
Circling the
Center
Two dragons
Holding together
Every good thing
As the snow falls-
We
The protected
Ones
Under their wings:
So Lay down the shield
When the winter comes
Wooden though it is.

I Am Dawn

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Ceres rotates in this sped-up movie comprised of images taken by NASA's Dawn mission during its approach to the dwarf planet. The images were taken on Feb. 19, 2015, from a distance of nearly 29,000 miles (46,000 kilometers).   Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UCLA/MPS/DLR/IDA
Ceres rotates in this sped-up movie comprised of images taken by NASA’s Dawn mission during its approach to the dwarf planet. The images were taken on Feb. 19, 2015, from a distance of nearly 29,000 miles (46,000 kilometers). Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UCLA/MPS/DLR/IDA*

 

I am Dawn
Traversing endless
Night
As the monarch
Migrates
With slow
But steady flutters
I have found
My way
Slow and steady
In this field
Of starry flowers
Coming to rest
Round smallest gem
Ceres
Listen while
I whisper back
All Ceres’ secrets
I am dawn
Small light
In endless night

Dawn's Arrival at Dwarf Planet
Dawn’s Arrival at Dwarf Planet*

 

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Waiting for Spring – A Dragon Poem

Illustration by Emma
Illustration by Emma
Illustration by Emma

 

They wait
As the snow falls
Waiting for the wind to shift
Waiting for the sound
Of birds
On the wing
Flowing north
Bringing warmth
They wait
Until the crocus
Flower
And cherry trees
Bud, but not . . . . .blossom
See in the cool
Warming winter full moon
See the shadow
Of their sweeping wings
Dragons come from
Far off mountain tops
Come from winter
Lodgings far from
Our snow stung eyes
Dipping among rain
Laden clouds they
Swim lazily
Pushing cold streams
Of seasons far
From our weary hearts

Lisa Cox

Staircase in Capri

Originally posted on Like Barley Bending:

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Staircase in Capri

Lisa Cox

There is magic
In painting a white
Stone staircase
White on white
With a shadow
On one side
Creating depth
Using only shades
Of white
Creating upward
Movement
Depth to tread
Sunlight falling
On white stairs
Shadow falling
On white stairs
Still white
Within the shadow
The stone’s texture
The heat of the sun
The coolness of the shadow
The out of breathness
At the top of the stairs
All done in white
Only stairs
A whole universe
From bottom to top

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Prayer of a Space Traveler

NGC 7814, also known as the “Little Sombrero.” Credit:  ESA/Hubble & NASA Acknowledgement: Josh Barrington
NGC 7814, also known as the “Little Sombrero.” Credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA
Acknowledgement: Josh Barrington

 

God of All Stars,

Drifting among all
Greatness
Lost like a traveler
Without a map in
An immeasurable universe

Awe crashes
Over my soul
Like waves over
The grains of sands
On far shores that
Fade back through
Synapses
Into the recesses
Of a my only consolation

My soul confronts
Itself in unknowable
Dark lengths filled
With starry heavens
While you, Lord of
This vast silence
Appear in the
Tiniest crack that
Might signal
The gasp
Of my beginning
And end

So I confess
That I dream of wind
Movement of air
Not streams of plasma
Or rotating rings of particles
Around glorious magenta hued orbs
In dreams my hair flows
In the wind
While
White clouds drift
In blue skies
And green grass is soft under foot

If I gasp my end
In this great darkness
May I be added to
All the light
To shine
Softly upon
Upturned faces
Into blue skies
While wind
Sweeps away
Stray hairs
And grass grows
Softly underfoot

A Christmas Dragon

Originally posted on Tender Buttons:

The yard was
Awe inspiring
Blindingly marvelous
With Christmas
Cheer
Hung from every
Limb, from every
Bush and shrub
Strung from roof
Top to tree top

“But dad” he protested
“What if a dragon
Flies to low? What
If they get their wings
All tangled in the
Lights?” His concern
Was palpable,
His eyes wide open
As he pointed to
The sky.

His dad knelt down
And said in a serious
Tone,
“Dragons are like
Dinosaurs son. They
Won’t come around. They
Lived long ago. Don’t worry
About Santa either. The
Lights are there to guide
Him to the chimney. Now
Let’s get some hot cocoa
And get into bed. Christmas
Is coming and you don’t
Want to be
A sleepy head!”

They went inside,
But the boy looked
Back, and he looked
At the sky. He knew
His dad was wrong
About dragons he just
Knew it. He’d read…

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