Trapped in 2018
Sometimes we are all a prisoner to the muse. She has us trapped, or it our own doing. Sometimes I wonder. Thanks for sharing.
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.
Battle of the HeartThe first major battle is fought,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,