Mouse and Keyboard be my host, where do you take me this eve?
I know not how this story will end, so I trust that you will simply lead.
Subconscious free to fly in space, no clutter left from a solitary day.
Lonely thoughts conjure random plots, as my keyboard begins to play.
Prose and poetry left far behind, as science fiction taunts these skies.
Drifting, my story seems left in a bind, to write of love or cosmic lies.
Although I seek the thrill of adventure, absorbing great thunder in the air;
nothing beats my heart stronger, than knowing my girls love me anywhere.
Longing for family left behind, clarity soon finds loving within six eyes,
My wife and young daughters twice, they are my life, I can write no lies.
Tears of sadness for those who struggle, left helpless too often in this world.
Tears of joy run sweet with gladness, for I will protect family as if my pearl.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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Search for my auto signature © James Irvine (hidden within Poetry Photographs)
See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.