Was that you, Alan? Was just writing to my life's longest pal, as old a fool as I am, about the allure of life's potentially bottomless lacunae, the axes they take to humdrum commonsense. He recently spoke with relief about the retirement of a physician who used to conclude their appointments saying with earnest solemnity, May God be with you!
Merchantmen and dreamers ride with you
Certainly hope so! Thanks, Patris.
Cross beams, long filled white sails above
carry on the body board beyond horizon rise
Dolphin Curls, churns fins
shore length safe, surfer's friend.
Another answer. Maybe.
A long White Cloud comes.
A hand reach out.
horizontal Icarus
believing
the distance out
all but wills
the thrill in
Was that you, Alan? Was just writing to my life's longest pal, as old a fool as I am, about the allure of life's potentially bottomless lacunae, the axes they take to humdrum commonsense. He recently spoke with relief about the retirement of a physician who used to conclude their appointments saying with earnest solemnity, May God be with you!
Great assonance and consonance! Lovely.
Thanks so much, Rod! Appreciated.
An adventure that starts with "Oops.."? Glad you lived to tell the tale. And well told at that.
The ancient mariner's dread
Of falling off the edge
Of the world.
The lines that grabbed me the most:
"naïve punter me
horizontal Icarus
believing
the distance out
all but wills
the thrill in"