A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
breathe in breathe out gathering wind to sail river of life |
Chill winds blow outside where snowflakes perform ballet observed from warm hearth. |
Midnight, with silver moon smiling down from above. Sleep tight! Midnight, when Muse smacks me and shouts, "I have a thought. Wake up!" Midnight with Muse pressing, I'll be getting no sleep tonight. Notes on the Aquarian form of poetry ▼ |
Little Willie had ominous plight when his dad developed severe cough, which caused the family some fright, so he chopped his dad's head clean off. Notes on the Little Willie form of poetry ▼ |