Leviathans of iron; thunder on locomotive engines, Flying across ancient tracks whistling adrenaline. The blood of history fires diesel through their veins – Iron steeds; still the last spike in the supply chain.
“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.” ― Epicurus
Charming Celsius in her trendy Winter bling and swagger, Casts new earrings from Kelvin’s magnitude thermometers. Chill-laxin’ Winter rising, purified by subterranean baptism Carves into brumal cameo keepsakes, his Jack Frost monogram.
Gravity’s magnetic force; a dutiful tugboat, Steadies velocity’s barge just long enough, To harness terra’s sub-orbital cabin cruiser; Humanity’s lifeboat and pilgrim schooner.
“And I will never again underestimate the power of anticipation. There is no better boost in the present than an invitation into the future.” ― Caroline Kepnes
As is her custom, as the northern lights dim their calendar, Athena raises her creative ardor; her gilded shield, to Olympia. Adjusting her breastplate, her breath, like smoke from a censer Petitions clouds to rain gems, filling the writer’s purse and larder. Divinely inspired, authors coin sapphire and turquoise phrases, Scribing keyboard tomes in topaz,Continue reading “Tomes in Topaz – A Poem”
“A book has but one voice, but it does not instruct everyone alike.” ― Thomas à Kempis
“I am another you, and you are another me. And the journey continues.” ― Timber Hawkeye
Oh mix my metaphors like oil vinaigrette Dance salsa to my heart in Balsamic duet Crisp my leaves embalmed in blue cheese ‘Till a thousand islands resurrect Atlantis.
Winter’s powdered sugar shaker, Waves it wand over the city’s acre, Whipping snow, like dusting sugar On chocolate mascarpone baklava. Brushing filo pastry in the center Lane, as smooth cake-pan tires Unprepared for winter’s cooler, Slide, like brushed melted butter Over pâtisserie trays of dainty eclairs.