Dragonfly's Reunion edit 2

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Dragonfly’s Reunion. edit 2.  (bryn, milo)


Faint recollections flick the air and land
for just a moment, lightly touching down. 
They skim the surface never breaking through,
each spindly appendage splayed and poised
to bounce, A glimmer caught, a prismed wing 
careening through the sparkling glare to cut
a path across the sun. They disappear,
evaporating in a funneled shaft
that should illuminate, instead it blinds;
immersed in light no difference discerned
between forgotten past and what just is.

Dragonfly’s Reunion     Edit  1(bryn, milo)


Faint recollections flick the air and land
for just a moment, lightly touching down. 
They skim the surface never breaking through,
each spindly appendage splayed and poised
to bounce, A glimmer caught, a prismed wing 
careening through the sparkling glare to cut
a path across the sun. They disappear,
evaporating in the gleam of beams
diffused in funneled spotlight's shaft
that should illuminate, instead it blinds;
immersed in light no difference discerned
between forgotten past and what just is.



Dragonfly’s Reunion

A sea of once familiar faces merge
as she attempts to ride the rolling wave
of memories that flick the air and land
for just a moment. Spindly legs  that skim
the surface fold and quickly bounce  to skip
away beyond her view, a glimmer caught,
the sparkle of a prismed wing that flies
a path across the sun to disappear.
Evaporated in the glare of beams
that spread the funneled spotlight's glow
that should illuminate, instead they blind
her now, no difference between what lives
and what became the blur of what just is.

(All critiques, mild through intensive, gratefully encouraged.)