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A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
![]() ![]() A log of our magnificent journey. |
A cold wind blows across those hills, where crows hunt food for their brood with the shrewd zeal of ancient myth. Hunger pangs drive as they strive to survive the bleak winter streak of oblique fortunes from above. |
The mysteries persist when poets deign to know and write about the night. Author's note: The Lady's Slipper is a charming little gem found in Viola Berg's treasure trove of poetic forms Pathways for the Poet. Invented by Viola Gardner, it consists of three lines written in iambic trimeter with internal rhyming within each line, as described and demonstrated in the following link: http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/1199-metric-forms-from-pathways-for... . |
Macabre echoes from the crypt roll across the graveyard, as ghouls debate the plot in Satan's script. |
Along the shore, we gather shells deposited by tidal swells in cadence with the ebb and flow. |
Nefarious characters with vacuous brains spout spurious claims for insidious purpose. |
The existential wit of residential grit is quintessential fit for presidential twit. |
The skies looked sinister until minister delivered his sermon with robust "Hallelujah!" |