Windflowers
How the wayward wind is let || to whirl your golden hair When not even moon can move you || I´m a mortal to your gaze You’re its raven — […]
How the wayward wind is let || to whirl your golden hair When not even moon can move you || I´m a mortal to your gaze You’re its raven — […]
When critters claw and cry at midnight; moans for me. I’m tethered tight; I tremble for delight of daring devils, and zesty zombies zucking In vain a vampire veins me, […]
See bare the branches, boldly stark against the ghostly garden rot; it’s lure of leaves have left, to knots and fits, my fists are folded; dark my heart is hunger, […]
In wickedest of winter nights, to our warmth now come inside You’re glittering in gladdest lights, as the gloaming daylight wanes Like horsemen winds are howling past, in homely cabin […]
With audience in awe, my authority is heard my influence can infiltrate, for infinity I’m sold I exercise extortion, and examples I will set as glamorously gladiators gladly die for […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff