Not so often now do I journey on
my Cosmic Glide. In my youth,
in my mind’s eye, the vistas were limitless.
Infinite panorama’s of wonders beyond
imagination. Truth is always
stranger than fiction. But now, my engine
of imagination has seen many miles,
been so many places I have
to travel far afield before I can turn on
my Cosmic Glide engine.
But if I am still, in a quiet space,
I can still hear the rumble
of its once mighty roar.
John!!!! What a poem to kick off with!?! Beautiful and poignant and you.
Thx Jody. These poems, I do not know how or why, but when I put pen to paper, out they pour. Who would have thought it?
I’m so happy you found poetry…or it found you. 🙂
I am overwhelmed.
The roar fading in the distance but still there.
Oh yes, still there, thankfully.