time’s a vagabond thattravels along bywaysacross life's big pondits ticker's a bicker--a nagging that's thickerthan freckles on a faceits tocking reminds youof armless, moustached piratesthat haven't got a clue
I was delighted by the deftness of your creation: the way your cunning metaphor is carried on a stride of lilting meter, not unlike the pulse of our lives in the hands of a rambling “panhandler”.
A brilliant look at our relentless captor.
The pulse of life captured in poetic lines, that is often the fish that tries to get away. Thanks kindly, pjj
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
I was delighted by the
I was delighted by the deftness of your creation: the way your cunning metaphor is carried on a stride of lilting meter, not unlike the pulse of our lives in the hands of a rambling “panhandler”.
A brilliant look at our relentless captor.
The pulse of life captured in
The pulse of life captured in poetic lines, that is often the fish that tries to get away. Thanks kindly, pjj
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver