Poetry ~ The Highlands

i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep
where moon-falls and sunrises are the time i keep

where the mist rises to greet the day
and the wind whistles as the aspens sway 

three miles up a washboard road 
that climbs through fields where hay is sowed

green rolling hills where leprechauns gather
where life slows down and time don't matter

i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep
where the good life is simple and the simple life is sweet

Poetry ~ Muse of Eloquence

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Calliope, Mother of Muses
release this wretched poet!
Cast out your line, measure the meters,
lend an ear to the melodic melodies;
teach this poet to sing!

Oh, Sweet Muse of Eloquence,
unshackle this poet from antiquated forms
that their works are not rendered relics;
rather, tarnished with a patina of vulnerability.

Summon Boreas, God of the North Wind
that their runes may soar upon ancient wings
and land in the hearts of men
with the dew of authenticity.

Poetry ~ The Passage

some say, the sweetness of time 
is to enjoy its passage
yet i want to harness this moment
and not let go

the past wants me back
the future won’t wait
but here and now is where it’s at

oh, how i will savor

the sweetness of time's passage
with my presence