Catch tugs towards their berth
Little yacht traipses triangular trail
Cottage clasping slope admires bay
Fisherman’s wife swells, eon enamour
For his boomerang voyage, she brings
Tomato rocket fishpaste pita bread
Thermos of jasmine tea, to picnic
Basket bemuses bee buzz blooms
Manna powder release from each
Pink proclamation jesters jostle
Solargold galaxies galavant, plentiful
Dianthus dilate, lemon balm overlap
Pale gravel path merges blonde sand
Their footsteps converge, bone beige
Neck nuzzle murmurs leather bound
Sunstrike bounces blind broadwater
Diminished senses replenish focus
Duty for union, find food free of market
Encapsulated in cove of commitment
Genmaicha gratitude values volume
Categories:
galavant, adventure, beach, child,
Form: Free verse
We swim in slime of a kakristocracy.
Its murky yet neon green; with radioactive counterfeit dollar bills.
These waters are toxic; it's inhabitants littered and hypoxic.
Ethnocentric, psychographic, demographic divides each line in it's Net worth catch.
Yet there is a falling cascade.
A where about place where Seahorses galavant.
There can be no chuevinism; where she provides and he bears his own legacy.
The Stud and his Mare.
Subsequentially inside a tsunami, crashing down on a barren coral reef.
Even in these tumultuous times, he will ask for her egg and she shall concede.
Now wading in the torrents of a dream; they and their offspring, sleeping peacefully beneath the Stampede.
Categories:
galavant, america, analogy, children, environment,
Form: Free verse