Imagination's Cove

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Just a poem paying tribute to one of the makers of intrigue.

Submitted: May 30, 2017

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Submitted: May 30, 2017



She's seen by the river

in the morning

And near the lake

At the setting of the sun.

She can hide all the stars

in the heavens

And whisk away moonlight

for fun.


She kisses flowers and clover

on the hillsides

She gives her tears

for the feeding of a tree.

Her cousins

are the clouds in the sky

And someday

she will run to the sea.


She is the fog

That congers visions

No mystery is complete

without her there.

In the alleys and harbors

She sets stages

 For the loosing of heartbeats

And screams to share.


She has touched the ages

With joy and fear

And some are captive

to her charms.

She is exciting

As the unknown gets

When we lose themselves

In her opened arms.



Says the mist in the darkness


says the fog by the bay

Let us find us

a story to tell

Involving shadowy figures

slipping away


Let us find other spaces

To take ourselves to,

Like imaginary coves

Where mysteries abound.

Those dark and foggy places

And magical mazes

Where suspense begins

With a foghorn's sound.



JE Falcon

Orig. 05-28-2017

Rew. 05-17-2019

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