Nestled in this creaky wicker gazing at a distant flicker wondering why people bicker when there’s so much to explore:
iridescent galaxies call— enigmatic moons enthrall— mysteries both big and small— who could call this life a bore?
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YES! Who in there right mind could get bored with us around anyway! Then again, who's in their right mind. Very upbeat with a little touch of bitter and sweet rolled into one. I like it.
I love it, great poem! I'm always looking for that 'cosmic thunder'. Thanks a lot for stopping by and your generous comments, I really appreciate it. Take care,
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YES! Who in there right mind could get bored with us around anyway! Then again, who's in their right mind. Very upbeat with a little touch of bitter and sweet rolled into one. I like it.
Thank you very much!! Take care,
Bob
Wonderful! The simple profundity of the stars.
Here is my take:
Signs of Wonder
Beneath stardust sprinkles
And all that does twinkle.
Below the northern lights
In pitch darkness of night.
I look for signs of wonder,
Some sort of cosmic thunder.
Between comets and black holes,
I still await, a signal for my soul.
Hey Anon,
I love it, great poem! I'm always looking for that 'cosmic thunder'. Thanks a lot for stopping by and your generous comments, I really appreciate it. Take care,
Bob
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