Dabbling in drivel. Shunning serious themes . Skipping thoughts as flattened stones across the concious stream . To touch upon youths folly forever following fun . Sending cares off to the cleaners watch them as they run . Adventure bound at any moment like the hero in a book . As immune to the grasp of father time as little boys from pirate's hooks .
Arcing smoothly on it's path to touch down further out . To a time when no matter the question we knew what it all was about . The ripples here are fewer not as large , and more compressed . But some within their number reflect the times that were the best .
The next skip seems to come too quick as does each successive one . As demands weigh on momemtum speeding up what must be done . In a spinning rush of images half seen from safe on shore . I watch old memories dissipate throwing thoughts to re-live more .
This is a very intriguing read, although I look to see if I can see a particular rhyme scheme, it was a little hard for me to "get the beat", but I thoroughly enjoyed it nonetheless!! It was nice - every time I felt myself looking for the rhyme, there it was ! Fabulous!
------------------ I beckon you to come...I lure you with my tongue... - poet FemmeFatale