I have a good sense of humor, i like to chill out with a good book or watch movies, I am very easy to get a long with and a very good listener.
I did my best on this
Hope like music Un-perched on a summer night Floats thru an open window Accommodating as a breeze Lassoed by a kite If lifts your spirits It’s with you as you sleep Working its way to your heart Holding the dreams you keep Displacing knots of doubt And tangles of fear Unshackling the soul And drying your tears It cannot be stored You must gather it fresh It’s free to roam It has no address You seek its source You can feel it near It urges you onward It whispers "I’m here"
My first writting poem
I love the fact that the title is so misleading! Aquarium. Do you think of one in a home, or office, With rainbow-shards of tropical fish Swimming above pale gravel and a toy treasure chest In vaguely moss-green water? Or do you picture the sparkling tanks In the public aquariums in London, Palma, Brisbane, San Francisco, With their exotic sea-creatures; The rays, the sharks, the improbable seahorses (That I believed to be mythical, like unicorns, Until, as a young teenager, I found and bought a perfectly preserved, dried specimen In a shop in Lyme Regis)? The word 'aquarium' conjures up such pictures, such memories. It does not invite us to focus on a lowly snail! Yet Ammons takes us from the vastness and variety of marine-life containers, Both public and private, To a close-up of a single snail, Taking air into his shell, Taking too much air, Letting some go and, In a magical final couplet, "and down he goes, as if dreaming gravity's smoothest dream."
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