I do not have my
bearings
on this monday morning sea;
like drunken sailors waking
in a fog, stupidity.
and now I find it storming
with tumult that must be.
and there I am in awe of you,
master of the sea.
on this monday morning sea;
like drunken sailors waking
in a fog, stupidity.
My little boat, it
flounders
in sure uncertainty;and now I find it storming
with tumult that must be.
Still, I must, become
with you
as one becomes a “we”and there I am in awe of you,
master of the sea.
Patricia Spreng
Joining today with d’VersePoets for Open Link Night where you will find the wonderful words of poets.
As one becomeas a "we" liked that line, great verse.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat... I changed it up a bit since you first read this.
DeleteStilled.
ReplyDelete"a monday morning sea" - a perfect image Pat. Your poetry is just lovely.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteeven when our view, our world is unstable...always there..always the strength...
Deleteyep... that's what I was thinking. Thanks Bri.
DeletePat, have I ever mentioned how much I like the way words roll around in your head and then float out onto the page?
ReplyDeleteBecause I do. I like it very much.
=) Thanks Lyla. I thought of you today as I passed a really cool field with those huge hay rolls that look like the old shredded wheat biscuits. I chuckled as I realized I left my camaera at home. Do cameras count as stuff?
DeleteDear Patricia
ReplyDeleteI have special place in heart for the sea and as you said, I must become you and you becomes we. Loved the image... its beautiful.
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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And more often than not, it takes a storm for the me to become a we.
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