Parapets unmannedMoat of dried tearsLandscape littered ruinsMuseum of unrealized dreams Crumbled wallsDungeons bars ajarUncovered passagewaysScreams of sunken lies Stale stench of centuriesShadowed empty corridorsCold walls bereft of tapestriesEchoed sounds of laughter Knights darkened in their cupsBrandishment of steelLadies still in waitingHopes misplaced and unfulfilled Mossy dampened stonesSpiralized stairVisitors still and millingHalls of dancing ghosts
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Paddle Boat Dreams
She dreamed of the wide MississippiLapping the boat on both sidesAs she glided through its corridorsSipping a mint julep. She knew that by the time she got there,There would be no gliding or mint juleps, butThere would still be the mighty MississippiTo revive those dreams. Dreams churn like the paddles of the boatsMuch like yearsContinue reading “Paddle Boat Dreams”
Ode to a Train
You held the promise of adventureIn your steam-powered engine,The lines that traversed the landscapeThe coal that pushed plumes to the sky.You carried dreams In your cars that extended for miles,The sleeper cabins and luncheonettesThe open rows where dreamers sat.You marked the distanceOn your wheels questing for connection,The destinations like compass arrowsThe nations shrinking in your growth.YouContinue reading “Ode to a Train”
Suspended Childhood
The patina of weatheringShows the passage of time,Yet we hope to maintain Our innocenceOur delightOur enthusiasm for life. Life that consumes our energy,Hones our ambitions,Molds our beliefs, and Hardens our convictions,Until we dream again. Dreams of a new-found loveOf people,Of art, andOf restWhen our weary soulsHold onto the vestige of a childhoodCaught in suspended animation… If onlyContinue reading “Suspended Childhood”
Inside Looking Out
The sun shines down Spreading spirals of shadowAs we nestle close togetherWarm and safe.Safety in numbers,Yet we wait for the moment of adventure,The climb and wing spread,The exhilaration of freedomOnly found in the air.Here we wait insteadIn resting anticipationFor the door to open,The message wrapped tight,The author ties a storyTo our feet. I had never heardContinue reading “Inside Looking Out”
Perspective
To me, you’re colossal,As I approach from below, Reaching higher than I can dream.Your stony visage exudesSafety, strength, and power,Yet, you’re not unshakeable.If I rode on your shoulder,Would I see the world through your eyes,Or would the height blind my senses? I took this photo on a wonderful boat tour up and down the ThamesContinue reading “Perspective”