45 The Red Couch

There are certain patterns of gold and red that find themselves inside my head.
Certain places where I can go to imagine wonders and wander with mages.
Warm I slide deep down inside of the place where my book and I do hide.
And holding close to me my pillow ... or is that my steed?  I suppose it depends on me.>

(c) glen goffin 2009

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This is a shot I took in Bermuda in the summer.  It's from the lobby of the Princess Hamilton (sudden sighs of, "oh, yeah, I remember those couches" bubble from the audience). 

I love to write poems.  And I think that if I spent more than 10 minutes, I might actually write a good one.  There is something about the magic of a well placed word, the rhythm of a percolating syllable, the delight of an unexpected turn ... all of which I find so satisfying.  Try it.  I promise not to tell :) 

Love and peace,

Glen