Here's a poem I wrote inspired by Madcap Monday

Here's to those quiet hours
when the moon reigns the sky;
when the air is cool, still, and
noises are delicate .

Delicate as in
a cricket strumming its legs,
a mouse drumming its paws,
and peep frogs reverbing
among the leaves.

All humming, droning and
buzzing of the daydwelling creatures
has evaporated.

You could say the night is like a canvas.

Within those chasms of solitude
lay toothy mountains for
dreams to scale and
fertile soil for songs to take root.

Here's to those quiet hours
when artists reign the night.
Our stories, songs and creations
are anything but delicate.

Sapphire Fountain

Dwelling in arctic hibernation
there lies a mystic treasure
I never truly knew yet  always dreamed of.

There lies a broken sapphire fountain
sleeping in caverns of snow.
Its glimmering faces remain secret, for
there is no sun to kindle its
eternal blue heart.

In primeval times, there was no
ice clad fortress for the fountain dwelled
amidst a forest glen.

Those who gazed upon it would hear
singing as their dreams unfurled
like dandelion plumes.

Then storms came and mountains erupted.
Amidst  the turmoil, the fountain
cracked, and its water dried.

Within those caverns darkness
runs deeper than any cracks
which mar that riveting blue stone.

Dreams and songs persist only
as stories of whispers in my mind
during those twilight hours.

Someday, I will find the sapphire font.


I spontaneously thought of a space themed poem while playing one of my favorite pinball games, here it is:

As I traverse crossroads of cosmos,
Glow of nebulae light my way.
Planets illuminate my view
from storms of Jupiter
to the icy shores of Neptune

I'm chasing silver stars
through celestial kaleidoscopes.
Their swirling colors fill my eyes
and illuminate the outer reaches of space.

I launch myself through
translucent pulsating lights;
Tails of meteors shimmer like dragon scales

As I

traverse crossroads of cosmos
rays of quasars guide the way.
Planets illuminate my view
from valleys of Mars
to the icy shores of Neptune.

Now. I. See. You.