Musing Mind of Wanderingdeerpoet

#awinvp #nonet #chagrin #swoon #9lines #descendingsyllables She’d touch his hand, He could barely stand Silly really! A man to #swoon! And over such trifles too Red hair and a tight suit All to my #chagrin What about me? Why not me? Just look. See.

Pendulum swings A continuing of things & change (how I hate it!) Will we ever be that again? Or perhaps it is our ambition to be more? At a point in darkness scribbling on the wall birthed the # written # word & so what shall our typing thru the airwaves create there? Am I the # first # thought on your mind  in the morning rigmarole?  Or am I crammed behind the girl at work  & the coffee house jerk? He spat in the eye of # propriety   Juggled the act of sobriety Cared not for accolades of high society & Lived on a Wink& a Whim Your # sly words slip in Under my defenses Pulling my forces from # faraway To fight for the Motherland This patriotism that is quicksand

Her approach was always unorthodox Her ways different than most But it never seemed to bother him She was the greatest thing since buttered toast! Arm in arm they faced the world My odd young lad, My fearless girl Their ambitions were small But their shadows so tall ~ They traveled the vastness & back With only her purse & his old pack ~ Saw sights unimagined That most never fathomed But never got big headed with it & lived happily ever after (somewhere) Their friends could go & visit ~ Or maybe their just a story For someone to read & wonder why So simple a life sounds so glamorous Maybe I'll give it a try!