There's too much world to see
A vast collage of deserts, plains,
forests, mountains, and sea
A gallery cannot hang a tsunami
or a hurricane quite properly
Nor does National Geographic adequately
Capture the roar and fear soaking
feeling of a lion's natural royalty
The world is too much to see
A shower of volcanic love is not
an experience for you or me
A fault line dance shakes
the mood with rock too precariously
Never can we truly be
as deep as the depths of the sea
There's too much pressure to see
the beauty in catastrophe.
Hello and welcome to my humble abode, my writer's workshop. Here you will find a fair deal of poetry, do not be alarmed. I will try not to bore you, for here is a collection of my favorite poems, here are my thoughts and fantasies, born from conversations and impressions, dreams and sometimes just the simple things. I enjoy writing these poems as much as I see that you are interested in reading them. So thank you so much for stopping by and enjoy. -Dan L. Biggin
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
-W.Shakespeare