Starts

All poets start somewhere... good ones never finish – all poems subject to theme, mapped or an impulse just to travel~ wherever...I think we met somewhere in the Wherever, years of treasure found with fond entry and regress, the tempering of loving hearts – best poems nourished by each ensuing reading, strengthened by shared affection – freed to a sea of greater consciousness, where all verses end up, to float or sink – a writer's journey of buoyancy and beached whales – so, here is another of mine, I turn loose with sails. May those often tempestuous winds blow kinder – Asking for graceful gales, from nets this work remain un-snared – from shores countless sands, unnamed, by gentle eddy~ be thou spared!