Poetry Blog by Lisa C Bassignani

As the crimson veil of sunset

Burned into his sight

He dreamed a thousand dreams times ten

Then wished with all his might

And when he turned towards her

He could could see the glow

Of everything that he had dreamed

Just moments ago

In her eyes he saw those dreams

And knew she was the one

To dream a thousand dreams with

Under every setting sun

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There once was a pirate named Clyde

A scurvy sailor with a salty hide

The sea was his home

The wash and the foam

The rolling of the tide

Smart as a whip

He built his own ship

From the spoils of his plunders

No crew did he need

For they would impede

Upon his search for wonders

With a shearwater’s sight

He would sail out at night

Prowling all the best ports

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Take a walk amongst the clouds

Then slowly lose your way

Float freely there in weightlessness

Then drift far away

Ride aloft upon the wind

Let yourself be taken

Mix and morph and be reshaped

Disperse and reawaken

Observe the sunlight shining through

Each vapor drop a prism

Tiny vibrant rainbow orbs

The beauty of true synergism

Allow yourself the luxury

To vis...

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For those still working throughout the pandemic. 

The chaos of this new year has created anxiety around the world.  With every aspect of life in question, priorities get shifted. Communication is often difficult when thoughts are cunsumed with fear and uncertaintity.  This is how my workday played out on Friday, April 10, 2020.

My sincere best wishes to all

Lisa

FUBAR Friday

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“Godspeed” She whispered. She stood and watched as the ships sailed out of sight.

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Before leaving, Montillio was able to gather a small crew of trusted allies to man the boats. Hardy men with Souls worthy of the cause. With Sven’s approval all but one were let aboard. The Solstice had begun. With new hope, they sailed with the rising and setting sun. The seas wer...

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A Story

The signals, at first, were random, but as time passed they became more frequent, almost urgent. Finally ready, Sherman gathered his men. No longer could they ignore the situation. It was time. The light was calling to them and they would oblige. Sherman, a man of action and determination, consulted with Kaspar. The diplomat was astute and wise. His visionary guidance would be of gre...

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