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 be encircled again, within a radius of safety,
Ropes with a constricting reach, endless limitations,
As far away as the unmovable horizon in view.
Then we float into the final harbor,
Less grounded, ethereal anchorage more stable,
Rites of arrival unknown, moored in others still,
Slipping in, your past adrift, reborn under a new gable.
Categories:
seining, age, boat, extended metaphor,
Form: Verse
A vein, cooperation, victory's strife
like seining my contention, freed insight
that willful indignation, now dulls knife
no need for aberration, no contrive!
I weary not my focus, scored relief
in forging's celebration cruel, not grief ~
still haunted by relations mourned belief,
a cry is gathered inward, 'morrow's thief!
Now wait upon redemption, trust's retrieve
the more I do in gracing, some achieve,
the soul's set contemplation, war's conceive
grows weary in reaction's counter cleave!
and weeps within to fraction disbelief
truth's render in exaction ~ dare receive!
Categories:
seining, war
Form: Rhyme