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New Moorings

Daddy, there are new moorings, come see!
There are shiny pontoon chains and cables,
braided ropes and colorful pennants.
The anchors and piles and buoys all new!

He arose groggily and without ambition
but allowed the boy to lead him to the quay
wherein he saw indeed, new moorings!
His heart quickened.

Badly needed, as the old were worn, 
tattered, and so dangerous

Categories: moorings, boat, faith, metaphor, sea,
Form: Verse

New Moorings

I slipped loose some time ago
it feels, the knot untied, cut;
depending on perspective;
gently pushed away to float
freely, wildly, aimlessly.
Some new imagined moorings
hauling steady at my line;
as they ever did and will.

When all the rivers, far seas,
oceans have been sailed upon
and longings have been sated;
I will weary and so yearn
to tie up again, awhile,
shape this berth

Categories: moorings, metaphor,
Form: Verse

New Moorings

Moorings anew are easy as thought,
Vessels tethered, fixed as weather,
By an anchor, a person, or an idea,
Sure to shore up evidence of defense, of itself.

With every wave, memory fades soft as morning fog,
Providing wet hiding and reinforcing ties,
Binding us together, on shores of security,
Like seamen seining a weir of our own making.

Forgetting respawns our willingness,
To

Categories: moorings, age, boat, extended metaphor,
Form: Verse

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New Moorings

Are anchors fetters or do they stabilise,
acting as moorings, holding us steady,
that we may stay grounded in our comfort zone,
whilst battling fierce winds of duality?

We walk alone yet seek safety in numbers,
opting to adopt culture based on birth,
deludedly following narrow beliefs,
although in our heart, gong of truth rings not.

We feel within our bones that we

Categories: moorings, culture, introspection,
Form: Verse

New Moorings

The new boats came to the harbour town
for the harbour had new moorings.
Gently the boats bobbed up and down
upon the gentle water.

The newness sparkled on the boats
and the owners had new jumpers.
"Harbour Days!" the newsmen cried,
the harbour town in clover.

The opening was proud - with prince!
He came there in a hurry,
though slow to congratulate
from his

Categories: moorings, fun,
Form: Narrative

September Moorings

Slips marked and mapped across the intercoastal waterways
 a scanning breached out of high low tidal waves,
silent, still, obscure, and not well hidden
 liveaboards hold steady isolated sheltered misgivings;
embedded and anchored in place
 buoys secure contested living space,
Matanzas Pass, Sarasota fields, Titusville and Sunset Bay
 the Gulf Stream Key Largo flow a mainstay;
honker down between

Categories: moorings, analogy,
Form: Rhyme

The Moorings of Yesterday

The Moorings of Yesterday

Looking out at the moorings of yesterday, wondering what was.
The long pier of forgotten purpose skeletal remains peaking above the surface of ancient waters

Attempting to peer through the fog that is tomorrow,
Wondering what will be.

A moment in time to displace the here and now,
To dream of history’s future.

A day dream of a

Categories: moorings, absence, analogy, change, dream,
Form: Free verse

The Well of Tender Moorings

"The Well of Tender Moorings"



Deep as the coolest deep dark well
Seeking sanctuary in thy fathomless ocean,
The immaculate buoyant waters of thy untamed soul
I lie between thy corporeal shoulder blades and muscles
Bathed in thy efflorescence, the luminous white light and velvet safe domain
Of thy majestic wings
Naked as a Blue Bird sings.

Mineth arms and forks tightly clasp

Categories: moorings, fantasy, love, romance,
Form: Romanticism

Private Moorings

searching for words in continuum of
incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then
a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive,
so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only

in whispers I will talk to delphiniums,
I would walk inside the time capsule, come
and sit besides me for a while, I am tired of

this ghost town, and fleeing shadows

Categories: moorings, art,
Form: ABC

Moorings

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a skinned or bruised knee,
battered pride, when ball games lose…
bandages to soothe…

mother’s bag, filled to the brim
were words of understanding

~

way around the bend
fast curve balls came unending…

a soft place to land
a gentle hand for mending…

my bag of tricks holds ….loving


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Inspired by Linda Marie's contest "Bag of Tricks"
By Carrie Richards

Categories: moorings, childhood, love, mother
Form: Tanka

Private Moorings

searching for words in continuum of
incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then
a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive,
so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only

in whispers I will talk to delphiniums,
I would walk inside the time capsule, come
and sit besides me for a while, I am tired of

this ghost town, and fleeing shadows

Categories: moorings, art
Form: I do not know?