My journal of big words and pretty pictures
True is it that we have seen better days. Dark are the hours as our time draws nigh. Memories wane, bones rattle, blind eyes glaze, The glory of our youth belie. Mired amongst the coppice, Where the earth doth strive to reclaim, Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, There’s no one ‘cept self to blame.
Silhouette Unfathomable, impenetrable Mystifying, forbidding, brooding Standing sentinel at the edge of darkness Shadow
Guessed my mnemonic? The last one was a Liar. ABC easy
The morning regulars are out early, up before the sun. Some habitués are jogging, a few are on bikes, but most are walking, moving briskly through our quiet neighborhood. After months of daily perambulation, I’ve come to recognize my fellow ramblers. On the curve along the marina, I pass Julia and Carol. We have our own … Continue reading Where everyone knows your name
An itsy, bitsy gal Fell into a keg of pale ale She refused to crawl out Though she preferred to drink stout She zigged instead of zagged all the way to jail *Featuring a Black-and-Yellow Argiope, or Yellow Garden Orbweaver, a spider common to Florida.
Amusement park view Above the maddening crowd Unprejudiced truth If we can rise above the fray, shutting out what the world’s carnival barkers are screaming at us about what we should think, or do, or believe, then we can think clearly, and come to our own conclusions about how to live our lives and let … Continue reading Amusement judgment
Thin spiral notebook 