By: Felix L. Perry
He drowned in the tides of misbegotten dreams
Buried in the sandcastles of youth misspent
Slowly slipping into comfort of his obscurity
Blissful, not caring who he was or where he went
One last image to distinguish writer and bard
The very hand that wrote a thousand song
Now with sea his ink and sand his parchment
His epitaph etched confession of all his wrong
His funeral dirge the cawing of the sea birds
Thence to rest below shadows of falling sun
An ode, a haiku, a sonnet perhaps gibberish
His sacrifice of bridal show begun…never won!
hug
Kat
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
The introduction and the photo give me chills!
Dry Sand & Warm Beaches
Vickie
Incredibly sensitive and visually rich portrayal. . .and all without wasting a word.
Plus you chose the perfect way to illustrate.
Fee, you are a treasure.
An ode, a haiku, a sonnet sans a hint of gibberish.
Haiku makes me wanna try...lessee:
both funny and real
he opens his heart and pours
joy is ours
Sorry. Best I can do 'on short notice.' ;)
Gon' work on it!
Frin Pee
Hugs,
Anna
Alls can be said. xx Cherry
Peace,
Dayvid
Always,
Deborah
Sheila
Regis
Good to see you back Fee, I have missed you so very much!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
How sad. It makes you think what will u be remembered for and what have you done. Excellent write.
Mary
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hugs,
Chrissie
Remarkable writing.
John
Blessings,
Christine
Buried in the sandcastles of youth misspent
-Excellent!