Bouncing Brilliance
When on an island or a boat the world is mirrored by a moat which bounces brilliance from space and sky and things in orbit or streaming by
Read MoreBy Our Side
The white line’s slipping by our side, marking a boundary for the ride, leaving the lane visibly verified
But the traffic’s running at a crawl; upon our moods it threatens a pall - many minutes are added to the haul
By leaning on our memories keen - all the laughs and sights that we’ve just seen - we’ll survive just fine in our time machine
Read MoreOrigin Unknown
Tarnished timber on a shore, resting briefly then moving more ==> Taken by tide, origin unknown - floating freely, not nailed or owned ==> Knowing mostly sea or sand; no longer tethered to the land
Read MoreIn Good Time
Sweet summer dreams will become real in good time, but with winter’s grasp unyielding I'll settle for springtime
Read MoreEtch A Sketch
Etching a sketch in a flight across the sky, contrails scratch cirrus clouds in a fantasy for the eye
Read MoreTethered In Togetherness
Tethered in togetherness and attached to a dock, a duo of dinghies restfully rock
Read MoreSoaring Angelically
Cumulus clouds silently soar angelically above a serrated shore
Read MoreDinghies Dallying
Dinghies dallying along a dock, their sails aflutter with poppycock
Read MoreLasting Longingly
Scribbled eyes can somehow sensually show how an undulating love lasts longingly like the bedrock below
Read MoreMetamorphic Stain
A crack cuts crossly against the grain, cleaving a mineralized metamorphic style stain
Read MoreZebra Seats
A string of seats with slatted cleats are resplendent in their zebra pleats
Read MorePlacidity Permeates
Placidity permeates in a morning mist (the result of humidity meeting chilled salty sea) and diffuses the sun as it rises into glory - the perfect preamble to a day soon to be
Read MoreA Monumental Jumble
Chairs in a tumble are a monumental jumble that for wannabe sitters will assuredly cause a grumble
Read MoreCatching The Flow
I'm grabbing some air - then letting it go; with a flex of my wrist I'm catching the flow
As the wind courses through the gaps in my hand, the air's varied texture I come to understand
I feel like a falcon soaring in gusts with glee, then a subtle shift I fly back to the lee
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