near the conjunction of 

your station of thoughts.

Its sing-song, clickety-clack

rhythms of life draw 

all poets and songwriters

near and far.

Flowing swiftly 

across the inktracks

laid by poets of old, 

or coiled out in 

long lines of steel strings

across the remnants of trees.

which are the ingredients 

of an artist's  platform, 

to create pulp fiction

and the songs of

long ago breezes

on  the pounded

groundup remnants

of some heights

they've never climbed.

This cannonball

 of contemplation

sprawls across

 our many spans of attention

 drawing sustenance

from the liquid

 extract of a tanka 

and refueling us with

 pearls of wisdom

burning bright.

Each spark of inspiration

excites tiny children

and adults alike,

from the steam

of words infused

poets and musicians  

disembark

to welcome all.

Dr. Suess,

and Mother Goose,

they mingle here

with Robert Frost,

beside Walt Whitman

they each toss

sweet little words

of joy across

 the crowds who've

hungered since

their loss.

" Two Roads diverge,

on leaves of grass,

The cat in the hat

with any luck sir, 

will most likely

be your conductor,

Please join us

in the dining car, 

for Little Miss Muffet's

curds and whey, 

and some Jack Horner pie

our special today.

All A bored,

will find wonders here,

on an idyll journey

over pastoral plains,

grab your claim tickets

for the dreams

you will find

emerging from

the sleeping berths.

See the sonnets

in their bonnets,

herding each lambic

into a cattle car, 

just a pentameter away.

Grab your litotes

and your laptops 

and climb aboard,

we'll be stopping

near Sandburg,

for some

lunch with Carl,

and visit Anne's

bookstore

on Bradstreet.

We will be long

past tense

by morning,

so grab a seat,

next to an oxymoron,

who is smartly attired,

or if travel sickness

plagues you,

sit with a paradox

who can aid you.

Find a relaxing composition, 

and make friends with all,

"I never metaphor

I didn't like."

Thus our epic begins,

enjoy the ride.

"Tickets please! "

©-2013- Matthew F. Blowers III

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio