SHAMROCKING on Saint Patrick’s Day

Imagine all magic residing on your fingertips, and, power entwined with each intake and exhale of your soul’s whispering breath. Then, describe the frolicking fun you are going to have, on a glittering Kelly Green day, with your most adventurous friends. If you dare to trip with delight upon my mental meanderings, simply scroll down to partake of the adventure that unfolds in my prose poetry concoction entitled, A Shamrocking Day!

WALK WITH ME: Pacific Palisades


A Shamrocking Day



Ever, and always, I

Ponder and dream of

Life’s possibilities daring

To chase rainbows

Sparking and arcing across

Stormy skies; and, along

The way, so bold and brave,

I pluck four-leaf clovers

Trying to hide deep within

Dew kissed pockets of

 Irish fairy-land where

Leprechauns play magic

Tricks on passers-by,

Laughing wickedly in

Mischievous glee, while

I continue my bumbled

Rumble, venturing without

A care, into the density

Of shadow-land enchanted

By weeping sighs of willow

Trees serenading Lady Luck,

The ‘mysterious one’ I seek to

Ask, plead and beg if I must,

To wrap my hand around her

Dancing dice to shake with a

Rattle and hum before tossing

The charming pair–my heart

Overflowing with hope–to

Secure the most desired prize…

A Leprechauns pot of

Glittering GOLD!

Oh, double delight, super

Sevens be mine tonight…

Sounds like heaven, right?

Ho-hum, Ho-hum;

Cease your snickers and sneers!

I’m no fool, no, not I as

I dash about discovering

All that dazzles and glows;

Treasure sublime,

A rare kind of find

Like diamonds in a coal mine!

Dare do I get up and go seeking

Adventure’s endless thrill

Hunting for dragon’s gold? Or,

Is it best to snooze and

Snore resting up for a

Frolicking party Call?

No, no, say I, it’s time to

Stop, just hop from bar to pub

Drinking brew, eating stew,

All the while, spewing

Tales too tall for a grand wizard’s

Hall as kindred folk and me

Celebrate, with squeals and reels,

Another Saint Patrick’s

Shamrock-ing Day !