As a boy I wandered field and mountain, desert and ocean, forest and the icy reaches at the top and bottom of our world, and each place I found was another mystery waiting for me to discover. One day I found a silver doorway set into the side of a tall mountain. There were such detailed carvings of moons and planets and stars and all those things beyond our own small planet that I pulled the door open without hesitation, and within was the infinite apeirogon. I traveled the apeirogon on the back of a moonbeam I had rescued from the Land of Shadows. In time, I came to the Crystal Universe, and there I live to this day, writing of all I have seen.
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Comments (13)
Faemike55
I really like what you've written. Love the dog's expression and the title goes so well with the photo Excellent on all three counts
jocko500
very good poem and the dog image is super looking
Windigo
Are you sure Katie wasn't chanelling those lines to you, she seems to have that mesmerizing look in her eyes :) Great shot and poem.
giulband
Great look !!!!
jendellas
WOW, amazing, love it. Superb pic toooooooo. You can tell what is being thought!!!! xx
Cyve
Adorable capture my friend !!!
ontar1
Great poem and beautiful dog, outstanding work!
GrandmaT Online Now!
Beautiful piece. For once I'm sorry for the short commercial time. Is that Katie?
Wolfenshire
Yes, best dog I've ever had, her personality is amazing.
Roco43
Great shot!
rbowen
Very good poem and photo!
Radar_rad-dude
Puppy!!!! Excellent photo and wonderful poetry! Way to go! Bravo!
auntietk
Whatever you were thinking, it brings to mind those moments that are gone almost before they begin, that you notice just as they're fading. Echoes of life, the resonance of something special that you may have missed, a fleeting thought you can't get back but that you know would be such a happy thing on which to muse, dreams disappearing as you wake up and figure out where you are ... the unbearable ache and joy of life. Poetic, indeed!
netsuke
I'm with the pup. It has nothing to do with the poetry just was never my bailiwick.