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!
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