As my wife Norma and I were sunbathing on Mustang Island beach near Port Aransas, Texas on 14 Jul 93, the sun was shining brightly at 10:30 a.m. and the thin of the moon was briefly visible directly above us. The sonnet below was my immediate response to this scenario.
So there you have it – I’m happy to share it with you. I’m saddened that I no longer possess the gift of poetry that crept into my mind in the early 90’s along with the pain that has prettily permanently plagued my physical body ever since. But I still stealthily also align myself to alliterations.Read More