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A Most Special Moment

Hi, Fellow Bloggers. 
      I’ve had a lot on my plate these last couple of months.  
Between out-of-state and local get-togethers with friends and 
relatives, condominium complex repairs, more local hikes, a 
new fitness membership, and hitting the various Farmers’ 
Markets and beaches (to name just a few)-- it’s all been keeping 
me pretty quiet from WordPress.  I’m finally finishing up on some 
artwork for the San Diego ComicCon.  The latest is tentatively 
named “A Most Special Moment,” which I’ve entitled for my 
current blog posting.  Anyway, I’ll try catching up with some of 
what I’ve missed, even if only less frequently.  
     It’s gonna be June.  Almost half of 2026 has passed.
     Have a wonderful day, Everyone!
          Art

Conception of Messier51

distant ears flowing blindly
until perk’d up by melodies
sung at the birth of Time
with arms swimming in the darkness
feeling for the right tide
when tsunamis of two breaths
embrace into love’s frenzy
fulminating night into an eon of day
whose twinkling be barely beheld
by unseen mortal orbs

Our Moment

as these ancient Spectacles
palp a Memory
from rimpl’d Parchment
…of Youth…
our Springtide

Eyes and Limbs fitfully bridg’d
by Love’s Quietude
during fluid corporal Orbits

Joy trickles
o’er the Riverbeds of my Cheek
and from Head to Toe
my Heart beams

Happy Holidays

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World Walker

a Mystery be drop’d
into Roulette’s Carouse
embarking Her daily Routine
leashing the bait’d Breath
of Her Master’s Sphere’s
by scouting newer Avenues
to enhance Life’s Knowledge
of Heaven’s shifting Sands

Bearer of Expression

be drawn her Senses
to a Fragrance of Elation

engendering Her to traverse
with invisible Wings
the Mystic Bridge

and be welcom’d
by an intimate Cloud
whose Voice resonates
in vivid Bloom

Sylvan Symphony

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though imperceptible but beheld
Her Melodies be Woodlands’ Breath—
Colloquy of Wind and Trees and Lakes
Sunshine and Moonlight
Darkness and Heaven’s Tears
and Beasts all vying for Turf—
remote from Clamor’s and Blight’s
stampedes upon Cement and Runway Skies
and Addictions to Airwaves—
for an unknown Term
Nature’s uncultivat’d Realm

Park Sans Colour

Globe of Fire in Clouds be embellish’d—
tho Spectrum feinting to Hues’ Absence—
at present ‘tis Beauty of Complexion fresh—
trancing Visions to newer Frenzies