A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
** Image ID #2228320 Unavailable ** Little Willie went to the fair for a day of fun without a care. You should have heard his horrific squeal when Willie fell off the ferris wheel. Notes ▼ |
We had a party on the village square to take up money for some needy folks-- a grand community affair in shade beneath the sprawling oaks. To take up money for some needy folks, Preacher John brought a mess of fish to fry in shade beneath the sprawling oaks, and ladies from the church baked apple pie. Preacher John brought a mess of fish to fry, determined to reach established goal, and ladies from the church baked apple pie, while townfolk dropped cash in donation bowl. Determined to reach established goal, Mayor Perkins made a speech to implore the townfolk to drop cash in donation bowl, then sit and savor sweet iced tea and more. Mayor Perkins made a speech to implore us all to give for such a worthy cause. We sat and savored sweet iced tea and more, as Uncle Joe played fiddle to wild applause. We all gave for such a worthy cause-- a grand community affair, as Uncle Joe played fiddle to wild applause. What a party we had on village square! Notes ▼ |
I long to hug and kiss my grandkids, but sterile plexiglass forbids such human contact. Notes on the Landay form of poetry ▼ |
My Muse wants me to work, but before I do, I must take a break so I can pour coffee. Poetic writing's boosted by more coffee. Notes ▼ |
In the Navy, coffee in the morning, coffee in the afternoon, coffee all day long. While underway, coffee in the engine room, coffee in the boiler room, coffee everywhere you go. Fuel oil delivers power to drive propellers; coffee provides energy to get sailors through the day. Notes ▼ |
My morning coffee creates a bond with friends who appreciate the value of peace. My morning coffee beside the pond with ducks-- quiet interlude before day begins. My morning coffee extends beyond morning into afternoon, giving me a boost. Notes ▼ |
Originally entered in August round of "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" with deadline of August 8, 2020, and prompt words: lighthouse hope seagull waves sand power crashing clouds. ("My entry for August" ) Stately lighthouse marks jutting coast. Relentless sentinel of hope throws pulsing beams into the dark for souls who sail the sea at night. Shrill seagulls flock 'round splintered hull of barquentine which came too close. Her captain drowned in crashing waves and washed up on the sandy beach. Back home, his loving wife projects power of faith for his return, standing vigil from rooftop ledge, 'til black clouds send chills down her spine. She knows he will never come home. Notes ▼ |