Traveling Raconteur

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Dreaming Of A Big…

dreaming of
a big rosewood writing table
on a beach
with a typewriter on it,
an old bottle with a single flower,
a stargazer lily maybe,
a pitcher of cool mint water
and enough paper.

I’d write all night
listening
to the music
of waves crashing,
looking up
between lines
and find nothing
but the sea spread out
in front of me and
maybe a lone star’s light
glistening on a wave breaking free

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This entry was posted on June 25, 2014 by in Something Like Poetry and tagged , , , , .

Fighting An Additction

Not One MoreSeptember 12th, 2014
Addiction is a curse one allows upon one's self until it ceases to seek permission. I do not like the idea of a mind controlled by substance. If I can refrain for 30 days, I'd be very impressed with myself.

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