Mystery Retreat Poems

(Dedication: For my wife Ann)
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Pause for a while
No need to style
No need for wiles
No need to pile


Pause now to see
Sense mystery
Sense harmony
Sense ecstasy


Pause just to...

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So Fleet, The Monster's Retreat


It manifested a dark form surprising
great fear in my heart thus rising
Resting against the mirror stand
ghastly in color, with deformed hand
Something...

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A fellow gets restless,  walking along the shore,
The mystery is of his making, pondering questions 
that the formless, transient ocean,
all the weathering winds, 
the...

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There’s a place in the Blue Ridge.
Where the mountain faces Tennessee.
It escapes detection and is accessible
only through childish reverie.

By all children who in their thoughts
and...

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