life is in the detours
in the moments out of reach
as we drive down winding lane
to Bishop's Quarter Beach
the waves and wind a chorus
round stones beneath our feet
two riders pass on horseback
as if to set the scene complete
and you were there and I
and the riders passing by
but all that lay beyond was gone
the world of everyday no more
forgotten in a moment
on a storm-tossed empty shore
I reached down just then
and picked a pebble
a memory for my pocket
so someday I'll feel its weight
and close my eyes
to see the shore again
and walk it
snippets and thoughts and stuff what i wrote
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Monday, November 20, 2017
Jeanette's Rose
as from earth
so from her pen
doth sprout
the imperious beauty
of a rose
a feast of glory
for the eyes
but sadly
not the nose
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