Drowning and Waving

When the ocean swells the boat of life shreds shoddy anchor line I put to words from pen and keyboard what matters most in time and seek a buoy a float some flotsam dejected towards the storm then hope for tides for rudder oars and compass worn and torn Cannot want not pretend the sails are healthy all is mighty fine attempt to find refuge shelter calmer waters in poetry and rhyme listen to the climate forecast watch the stars that seem forlorn seek charts and words’ expression transposing dusk to dawn The waves and swelling torrents thunder remain whatever spell fills sadness metaphors lost rhythm alliterations sent from hell The weather remains whether or not I scribe my melody and tune cacophonies or lonely harmony despondence hewn and strewn In sink or out of kilter self soothing or shouting angrily is what I got some scribbles join some dots to pointed hooks not to loose the plot Apocalypse may find its way or not when Armageddon calls seduction yet poetry verse narrative or stories fend of that teasing deadly suction The worldly whirlpool will not succumb or surface because I put on paper destruction mindless soul depression timid aspirations hopes or vapour when steam cannot be rescued the pit and bottom loom away from shore But writing keeps me just above the water line and I cannot really ask for MORE