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Sailor's Sky

Sailor's sky, a warning, or a delight?

Night once more giving way. Brightening sky promises a new day. Stiff breezes blow clouds across the moon. Tree branches bend, dance and swoon. Playing melodies as they swoosh and sway. Silence broken by early birds at play. Singing praise with each chirp...

Soaring

Oh to be a bird today in San Francisco.

Today the sky in San Francisco is a subdued blue with nary a cloud visible and a soft gentle breeze off the deep blue water. What type of bird shall I be flying floating above the city? That is a decision very difficult to make. I think it depends on wher...

My Fantasy

In my fantasy world everything is perfect, opening my eyes to reality, I pretend to forget the past.

Evocative, redolent thoughtsspread through out my mind,as I stare at images played. Carrying me to a fantasy-land,laying naked in the moon light,draped together under the stars. Only a navaho blanket between us,the meadow grass and flowers.Soft breezes ca...

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Natures' Sculpture

Is it bona fide, or is it only me?

An image captured,Droplets enraptured,Within a crystal glimmer. Refracted lights shimmer,Holding for just a moment,Much more than a quotient. Creatures encapsulated,Not moving nor animated,Held frozen cryogenically. Invisible to a wandering eye,From a pic...

We Will Be Gods

A detailed description of man's reduced state after a non traditional apocalypse.

It was a strange creature, the size of a cat, with an extremely stocky build. Its face was so flat that it was nearly concave. Its eyes looked in all different directions, marbles spinning in sockets too big, and its thick wavy black fur stuck out in rand...

Winter's Warmth

Sometimes you just have to stop and smell the snow flakes.

Snow cascades from the trees. Avalanches flowing down their trunks, gathering at the base like waterfalls. Are they breathing in the soft afternoon breeze,or are they shivering from winter's cold? Shaking and quivering, trying to stay warm. Dropping the w...