A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
As we meander down the path of life and pause to ponder, we greet joy and strife with same resolve. |
Her coquettish ruse gave my heart a bruise, but you lit my fuse, so I will not lose this time around. |
Crickets serenade our Adirondack mountain sanctuary along the banks of Lake Placid. Yes, folks, there is such a place: http://www.lakeplacid.com/ |
A tactile sense of foreboding gripped the poet, eroding confidence in ode he was writing. |
The naughty knave stole me wife, then tried to give her back again when her nagging caused him so much strife. |
The poet pours words into his still and lets the process reduce expression to its bare essence. |
The echo of a memory takes me back to a simpler time, when "pot" meant cooking utensil. |
Twilight lifts velvet curtain on celestial stage, where moon and stars perform their heavenly ballet. Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Across the country in my old Triumph with ragtop down and wind in my hair, that's my salvation. For those too young to remember: https://www.mecum.com/lots/CA0814-191335/1949-triumph-2000-roadster/ and the "salvation" part: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouWQ25O-Mcg |