When he was but a lad of eight
the sand-drenched shores of distant lakes
beckoned from three miles away
~ her wave-tossed fingers calling
Ten years anon the world did widen
ocean's spray from coastal islands
coughed up rarest treasures
~ enticing newly freed horizons
Now twenty-eight, in life's full bloom
yearning for those distant shores
of frozen, ice-capped polar regions
~ penguins preened and pranced at his good fortune
'Twas then and there he realized
that the borders of true distant shores
extended far beyond this homely planet
~bending space and time galactically
How to reach them is his challenge
Missiles, rockets, telescopes -- scientific hope
Quantume physics, string theory, spiraling gyroscopes
~ myriad multiverses teasing mortal minds
Yet the farthest out he dare does go
Terrestrial winds inside him blow:
O, distant shores come back to me
~ on winged ships of entropy
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Categories:
gyroscopes, nostalgia, ocean, science, space,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
gyroscopes, future, wisdom,
Form: Imagism
Man I've got to slow it all down take another route...
Walking past this blink dispel, time heart's dotage her
Brightest star amid the skies these, nocturnal nighttides ?
Johnny jump up his bluish purple rush hour russet's, diamond eyes
Denying their proteges defeatist provenance ? Where wicked was, a clinging
Touch gyroscopes day of the dead piece, de resistance: falling at His feet weeping
She and phantasmagoria's end this summer; Lord, be love's harvest ? Aureole's vanguard.
Categories:
gyroscopes, baby, love,
Form: I do not know?