Where The Wild Things Are as Limerick

An attempt at the Inspiration Point

Inexplicable

More experimenting

Three Little Bites

A Cinquain- And an invention of my own (sort of) an Acrostic Cinquain- And a Haiku.

A temporal vision

A temporal vision That’s what I had When I was a child I walked not as a lad But as a lord or a man Wandering, wistfully, blissfully tall Wild and mad, hand in hand

Lamenting hearts

Lamenting hearts will always break- Like, shimmering coals in the grate; But before they can honour this? They’ll burn with a simmering, kiss That they and their fated-

A distant kind of love

A dove calls her mate in the moon But a sea wind calls, go not to soon... For the night is young in circles new The waves are rolling deep and blue. So’ it is for you; the world was made

Life As A Movie

It stretches back behind me, this life as a movie. An ageing actress, clinging to a long-lived litany of postulating parts, and reversible roles. In the meager musings

In A Sense

quotation 15

a quotation
Cherry

Horizons

Looking out the window On the long flight home I mentioned the flatness of the horizon You told me it was curved And accused me Of a lack of perception (Or perspective- I forget which)

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