Intuitively heeding
the drum of the venerable,
my feet march
the beat of a
discursive
general
Spitfire Plane, East Sussex, England
The flicker of ice blue fires
warm my shivered soul,
proving
a magnetic
compass
to my
celestial
pole.
Oxford, England
A meandering path,
somehow we stand still,
around
every corner,
ever one
more hill.
Fan y Big, Wales
The lure of the beauty
in what once lay in ruin,
gives armor to
hearts when
winds feral
blow in.
St. Mary’s Ruined Church, Tintern, Wales
Turning their roar to songs,
soft tunes of lyrical heaven,
or perhaps the
siren calls
of the
sisters of seven.
Seven Sisters, East Sussex, England
My ethereal moon lit
by the blaze of his sun,
but the darkest
of night faced
by one lonely
one.
Moon
Restless in pining
and pining for rest;
longing to
sleep
his hand lay
on my breast.
Lake Tahoe, CA
A touch I can feel
when my eyes tightly closed,
wordlessly
writing
poems
artfully prosed.
Dandelion Seed
But our beacons eclipsed
by a cascade of falls,
flooding our
steps with now
combatant
stone walls.
Brecon Beacons, Wales
So my mind wanders roads
adorned with silver,
begging
a bridge
of a reluctant
Spanish river.
Cordoba, Spain
While he aims a sodden cannon
from middle of field
with nary
a nick
on his
stirling shield.
Winchester, England
His match struck in vain,
he ponders defeat-
no advance to
be made,
leaves only
retreat.
Mt. Tamalpais, Marin, CA
Fifty paces to the right,
a scroll flit over blood-stained green
carries tales
of the days
beyond this
ghostly scene.
The Mermaid Inn, Rye, England
Sent there by mystics
urging have patience,
"Remember, as the
battering waves
play out
their cruel cadence,
Mori Point, Pacifica, CA
battles bested by love
become timeless lore,
so unsheathe your
brazen sword
and
finish the war."
Tintagel Castle, Tintagel, UK
Alchemist's Pen 
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