convene about me the calm
of lapping waves salty balm
stir my wits with squawks
of the gull's inane urgings
white sand has ears surveying
the silent replies of dune moods
like the grasses listless swaying
poet's designs on parchment moons
tall ships silhouetted on horizons
voyages of imagination rippling
blue seas with foamy white traces
Maesfield at the helm of locution
jubilant flourishes lift my spirits
with the hauling of the foresail
sturdy masts leave me not adrift
nor anchored upon a poetic shoal
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of lapping waves salty balm
... you had me from the get-go of this one, Jon, and the drift and flow of your consciousness carried me sweetly along to some dreamy silken shores and jublilant, gurgling shoals. I now have a yen to dive deep and swim with dolphins.... ahhhhhhhhhhh! :)) xx
has packed his seabag, discarded his cane, and is prepared
to join you on your voyages of imagination. Aye! -gene.
Much love and peace my dear friend, Carole~
flourishes and stirs our imagination,
the best adventures, and the most demanding,
are spontaneous and unplanned;
"poet's designs on parchment moons"
is stunning and in the context, perfect.
You give me hope, Jon, My Friend,
with such a beauty as this.
John
....with serenity For me....
~Jon Michael~
Thank you ever so much!!
Lady Vivian
Blessings,
Christine
fee
nor anchored upon a poetic shoal
Your poem could be commented in many ways my friend but all of them would converge to a one spot called BEAUTY. Peace and love to you, jon.
Blessings,
Christine
Ron
Sheila