We touched antiquities...
as relics in memories...
in poetically sorrowful times...
gobbling...
Thessaloniki, Kalabaka, Patka, Mykonos, Delos, Santorini climes
Stood whereon Paul preached...
Phillip's Alexander lived to die...
far before Lord Byron romanticized
Ferried blue and white seas...
flapping blues and whites in skies
Prowled upon Holstein grounds...
amongst surreal beings, windmills, cats, drifting sails and olive pounds
Whilst grasping threads of life...
with love's memories...
losing all to time

©  2023 Jim Davis

I’m gonna
Get me a Blue house
on BACKBACK Street
Hopkins Village
Belize
If it ain’t Blue
when I get it
I’mma gonna
turn it Blue
It’s called
ColorMatching
Me… and my house…

“I got the Blues”
Rolling Stones (see lyrics)

©  2022 Jim Davis

Falling in
A wondrous thing
Tied in a knot
Unforeseen occurs
In time’s passing
A strand breaks…
Then another…
The twist
comes undone
The knot slips
Held by nothing
Except gossamer thread
A miserable thing
Falling out

©  2021 Jim Davis

At the end of the pier
She's looking at me
A smile on her face
Shall I stay
Shall I leave