A Question of Geometry
Then the dragonfly flew,
squaring the corner, came
up the ramp toward the door
of the portable classroom —
a low, hovering student enrolled.
She pivoted suddenly, shunning
my handshake and greeting;
sharp corner before flying
back over the sidewalk. She measured
the smooth cement squares
length by width, squaring
her corners to match
the edges and cracks
between the regular, regimental
slabs.
Settling in the sun, stunning
emerald and gold, pondering
our angles —
considering the human need.
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Thanks to Terveen Gill at MasticadoresIndia for publishing my poem!
Fantastic! Much congratulations. I love “a low, hovering student enrolled.” that is wonderful. The pacing is perfect and sets up that last line.
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Thank you, Randall! I wrote this three years ago. I finally am letting it see light.
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Congratulations Charley- well deserved! I love how you tied the dragonfly to human need. When I encounter a dragonfly, I always feel as if they are studying me to see if I am worthy of their presence. They are magical creatures with an amazing flying ability.
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Thank you! This is more or less reportage. I was teaching in a portable classroom, and this dragonfly came up as I was greeting my students. I did a lot of writing during that year — lots of nature. Glad you came by for the read.
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That’s the beauty of your words Charley- they are so real.
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It’s a wonderful one. Thanks so much for your creative contribution. 🙂
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I love your poem! They are great fliers. That on is a beauty!
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That one is not my shot. Just the poem. But thank you!
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You are welcome!
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