This is one of my favourite creatures – dragonfly. The first time I’ve seen one was when it flew in our living room. Apartment block, fifth floor was strange enough. I got scared, I was just around ten. Later on, I told my Dad: ‘It looked just like a helicopter. How did they make themselves like that?’ Imagine the fun of my childish question. My father smiled very cheerfully and said: ‘Maybe people make helicopters like dragonflies, it’s easier.’ I continued: ‘Yeah, sure, but how do they?’ Dad said: ‘Well, maybe the engineers caught one dragonfly and took a good look of it.’ Not a day would pass without some cute memories of Dad come back when I remember all the small and fine things he used to teach me 🙂 (it might seem cheerful, but it’s tearful).
Curiously, or rather not, black used to be my favourite colour when I was a teenager 🙂 Just like any other teenager. Later, when I passed that ‘girlish’ period, I realised black was the lack of colour, so how could it have been my fav ‘colour’? Weird little creature, I was. And sometimes, still am.
Haiku Heights, 2013 September Heights #17. I am getting more and more atuned to it. Of course, I also enjoy it more. That is what poeming is all about, isn’t it? So, the prompt for today is Dread. Boy, have I not feared dread as I fear Fright itself? Have I not wanted to write a poem on it? Longer, of course, yet how come I notice shorter works better by me? You tell me. I don’t know, or wouldn’t tell. Just to hear somebody speak 😉
Surely the last Existing wheel of will Will spill in fear.