Harmonic Memories Of A Sunset Float: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

Oohm float sunset, July, Lake Winneconne, WisconsinGazing at her golden hair
and softly glowing skin/
made me wish I was again there.
A Midwest lake: I’m diving in.

I float in the sunset,
and lay there, half submerged;
half warmed by sun, half cooled with wet;
harmonizing breathing and chirping birds.

An hummed experience of oohhmmm that was new.
A sung peace that tuned my innermost core.
The harmonic returns again as I view
her golden-toned decoutage’ once more.

She somehow can carry within her calm face
the memories and tones of another peaceful place.

Not Sleeping Alone: Romantic Free Improverse Poetry

She never has to sleep
alone.
She never has to wonder
what it’s like to slumber,
deep,
untouched,
unwanted,
cold.

She always has an eager,
willing,
warm,
loving companion.

Perhaps I,
too,
should get a dog.