Peteroo's Blog

Sennachie stories how a snowy spring imbued a special luck into family’s heritage ring.

Both calls and dances for a plout remained unanswered and without.

Flakes did fall and, as well, bemuse—as wrong seasoning for flowers to use.

Where both basil and haysel withered under gelid spell, daisy spirits lived quite swell.

So, McAnemone kin keep cool and win as life twists turned unexpecteds again and again. ; )

Even when considering their height, mountains fall short of reaching Dorothy’s standard of discovering the place over the rainbow. Perhaps their winds do not sing the key in tune, too much like a cranky cervelat or bored bassoon. Could crayoned arc fear their self as goal through which summiter defenestrates victory volley? Will fearless achievers attempt funambulism across floating fan of fine? Maybe the caveman and the leprechaun are meant never to rendezvous—except in dreams, where golden ends finally meet silver means. ; )

Hand me the bag of noils she left me; they will be perfect for the model train’s foliage scenes.

Upon the summit of a peak after a gondola ride is not where this height-feared introvert ever expected opsimathy would ignite life’s most memorable moments.

Balcony is best spot for spotting Spot as a zoomorphic cloud, peaceful and quiet unlike the living kind which yip-yap quite loud.

Rail remains from westward movement’s earliest years can still be found hidden under the county’s expansive chaparral. ; )

Liaison with loneliness means,

Sunlight warms empty seats, but not empty soul.

Lucky sevens pass by the window.

Fine nines play in the hall.

But, octonary bits stop connections coming this way.

Even if snapped into a ripsnorter of a quasar, this entity would remain a hole both black and distant. ; )

Sill’s sitter stares, wondering.

Pizzaiolo’s slice satisfied.

But, subgum stir sated too.

Rooftop party crazed.

Then, street strolling scened.

Blind meet had no eyes batted.

Train bumper poofed after face wowed.

Flirt may have been construed as dirt.

Reciprocated wink missed.

Lobby’s painting of machair’s flora warms.

Skyline’s world of ados have cooled.

Stand.

Book.

Fly.

Coasts of curiosity, hello.

Urbania, goodbye.