DRAGONFLY

BY NOLAN JAMES BRIDEN

The dragon flies deep in the caverns of caved
in chests hollows,
Breathing fire that emotes rivers of lava’s flames
That brings life in feeling feelings.

Dragons fly in all iridescent displays
Cutting air in flights of wings strong.
Dragons fly in the centering of heart
beating heartbeat that transforms into shape

Shapes of what is real in self.
The self
In transformational moments in time.
Authenticity.

Shows itself true
In deep diving into the once murkiness
Of lakes bodies of water,
Oceans of land untouched at the depth of despair.

Dragonflies bring us to realizations sights
Currier of mind troubled
in times of moving in mourning.
Morning times of grief … dragonflies appear out of their invisible visibility,

the messengers that break the veils of materialism
In spirituality’s energies.
Helpers that help the other beings
Beings of this earth in their process of becoming … whole.

The flying dragons float in
And out
Of realms
Keepers of all existence in and of life —
Bringing home the sent off in re-directional scopes.
Scoped out ranges of freedom sits in captivity’s cavities.
Dragonfly. | NJB

NOLAN JAMES BRIDEN WAS RAISED IN PORTLAND, OREGON. HIS ROOTS BLOOM FROM RICH CULTURES, BLACKFEET AND IRISH. HE WRITES: “I’M JUST GETTING TO A POINT IN THE EXPLORATION OF WRITING TO BE ABLE TO SAY IT IS A RELATIONSHIP THAT I UNDERSTAND; THEN, I READ A DIFFERENT STYLE, FORM, OR WAY OF WRITING AND MY JOURNEY RESTARTS TO UNDERSTAND.” NOLAN IS A FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE PONYXPRESS. HE NOW WRITES FROM SNAKE RIVER CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION.