Vanilla Verse
Poetry, when I find the time.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Airplane engines roar;
the air is crisp and fresh and clean
on the beach
and the industrial noise is easy to ignore
in favor of the ocean's calming music:
soft and periodic and mellifluous,
though, perhaps, tainted by the jet high above.
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October 8, 2011 at 1:08 AM
Well expressed. But why have you stopped posting?
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Well expressed. But why have you stopped posting?
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