Sea calm,
Crew slept,
Dark side,
Sea kept,
Tide raced,
Waves crept,
Crew woke,
Sails prepped,
Coiled spring,
Waves leapt,
Overboard,
Crew swept,
Left behind,
They wept.
For the sea has no respect
For the nautically inept …
Categories:
nautically, dark, grief, natural disasters,
Form: Rhyme
I hover high above the ground,
gently land ing the tree's.
The branches easily sway,
moving with the breeze.
I sit there, just watching all the
movement in the street below.
The sun bathes me, heating my body,
from the rays soft, warm glow.
I leave my perch,
zoom toward the people,
and then...and then,
up again I fly, just missing,
a tall, dark steeple.
In and out of the clouds,
I nautically drift.
A bird screeches and whooshes by.
I grab onto his tail,
as he pulls me toward the sky.
We fly together for a while,
riding high, on a pocket of air.
Just me and the bird, alone,
soaring free with not a care.
Now I let go, off I fly,
into the mist of the day.
Such a feeling, higher, higher,
much higher I say.
The ecstasy of being so free,
swells up deep inside of me.
All of a sudden I feel a pull,
falling, falling deep.
And then it is over,
I awake to reality,
from a happy peaceful sleep.
Categories:
nautically, fantasy, me,
Form: Rhyme