Most poems follow an adventure. This one preceded it by a few hours…
My ’82 Yamaha Maxim 750 didn’t let us down!
Most poems follow an adventure. This one preceded it by a few hours…
My ’82 Yamaha Maxim 750 didn’t let us down!
This is another “poetry happens” type of thing from my recent trip to Michigan. If you look around the steel columns on this pier in Holland, Michigan, you’ll find lots of names and miniature works of art done in permanent marker or scratched into the paint. I decided to add my own “mark” as it were…
Text:
Mind not
This steel column
Traveler
The real poetry
Lies just beyond
In the tempestuous
Blue
In the deep
In the white-foam breakers
In the distant
Canvas sails
Pulled taut (Forgive the use of “taught” in the pic. It’s hard to proofread marker on-site 🙂
By Michigan wind
Wayfarer
Look away
L.A.D