A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A log of our magnificent journey.
She gazes into the looking glass
and observes completely broken lass,
because her worst fears have come to pass.
Reflection looks back and sees despair
from one caught up in Destiny's snare
with no reason remaining to care.
She leans out of frame and looks for door,
because she cannot take any more.
They're both ready for that other Shore.
Notes on the Three Squared form of poetry ▼
|On parade field in early morning mist,
all decked out in dress uniform
and ready for graduation ceremony,
looking forward to first duty assignment.
One phase over and the next begins
without a clue about what future holds.
Preparing for the worst,
while hoping for the best.
|The harvest moon casts eerie glow
on frosty pumpkin patch below,
where Elvis croons a witchy tune,
while scarecrow frightens ghost platoon
with ghastly scene from Mister Poe.
The zombie hoedown starts to go
allemande left and do-si-do,
as vampires and werewolves commune
with harvest moon.
They're caught on YouTube video
when friends show up and spirits flow
down at the Apple Cart Saloon,
where Tinker Bell and Daniel Boone
are howling hearty "Hi-de-ho!"
at harvest moon.
Mad Hatter with feline crony
whispering in his ear
leads battalion of bats
on a mission to present
all the neighborhood children
with coronavirus treats
and leave community
burning with the fever.
Death and pestilence
are all that remain
in their wake.
11 lines of Free Verse poetry
|Descended from crispy Scottish oatcakes,
my Granny's oatmeal raisin cookies rock.
Inspired by the ones Paula Deen makes,
they are my favorite around the clock.
My Granny's oatmeal raisin cookies rock,
without a doubt, any way you spin it.
They are my favorite around the clock.
A batch will vanish in a New York minute.
Without a doubt, any way you spin it,
Fannie Farmer's cookbook was a winner.
A batch will vanish in a New York minute,
whether served at breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
Fannie Farmer's cookbook was the winner
which inspired the ones Paula Deen makes,
whether served at breakfast, lunch, or dinner,
descended from crispy Scottish oatcakes.
Autumnal spirits soar when pixies dance
upon the banks of rippling mountain streams
in celebration of the one last chance
before the winter ice will freeze their dreams.
The rhythm of the river
enthralls them, until
among the woodland nymphs.
Like ballerinas doing pirouettes
in ancient mystic ceremonies there,
they demonstrate their ecstasy, because
autumnal spirits soar when pixies dance.
Author’s note: The Dorsimbra is an exciting new form with contrasting patterns. A definition can be found at the following link: http://poetryforms.blogspot.com/2013/07/dorsimbra-dorsimbra-was-invented-by.html...