hunting down the dragonfly
in every object resides a memory
most going unnoticed forever
and a few more days
either accidentally misplaced
or stashed away on purpose
a time will come when one of them
will reappear of out nowhere
and suddenly you are entranced
incapable of movement or sound
transported by the dragonfly
november two thousand twenty
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This is a very beautiful poem, so profound. Oddly enough, the effect you describe is (somewhat) happening to me right now. These three lines in particular:
“and suddenly you are entranced
incapable of movement or sound
transported by the dragonfly”
I’m not sure why, but it’s reminding me of some Japanese text I had read before. I don’t remember what it was, perhaps it was a haiku of sorts, but it had a similar vibe to what you wrote. Great piece, as always!
That is so beautiful, Lucy. Thank you so much for commenting on the poem and especially for sharing your thoughts.