The last day of September.

Colours of life.

I extended the haiku I wrote called The Red Dragonfly into a narrative poem.

By joshua.

Questions.

The Dragonfly.

I’m a little dragonfly just buzzing around
I just stopped on this flower I found
I just stopped to rest my wings.

Raise my wings.

A haiku about a dragonfly.

If you don’t know what a Luddite is, look it up. This poem formed in my mind weeks ago, I finally took the time to write it down. Poetry does not have to rhyme.