Small boats are speaking
they creak and roll words in the gentle wash.
Land and water are uncertain yet,
Feet cold and rooted nowhere specific
you watch an inviable sky.
There are gulls;
for once they are silent
you hear only their wings
scooping air
as they navigate the fog.
When the mist lifts
the familiar is newly painted,
not with new paint
but with fresh appreciation.
Categories:
inviable, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I am sometimes sad
As all is quiet
In a narrow span of eternity.
A soul yearning to be free
Though it is but a dream that I dreamed a thousand times.
Yet I have been carried away
And everything dims when I pass,
All this energy is as though it was nothing
But I remain as I am,a poet.
My canvas is the Mind!
An art that few comprehend,O if they only knew
Then they would sing like angels...
Laughter and not tears would feel their faces.
Is this not why we dream?
To transcend beyond time and space
Where only the inviable stuff
Awakens us,
Our soul evermore.
Categories:
inviable, inspirational
Form: Prose Poetry