Sunday, March 10, 2013

Boat that light

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall 
a window in that water
is it a dream written in part?
a can of paint sprayed away the blues
my body is an outsider in that cold beach
I play a part 
such an intimate feeling
fearsome instincts are here to stay
what use is sprees of adventure?

"no one reserves the right to mock-
to cross that line, 
bury yourself in sand first"

14 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Wonderful...thoughtful...I especially like the title...

Emma Major said...

beautifully captured

The Write Girl said...

I love the opening line "A window in that water" There are many creative verses which flow so gracefully.

Gillena Cox said...

interesting read


much love...

SaraV said...

A beautiful poem, I really enjoy how you always end with that italicized phrase, that is fun or wise :-)

Stan Ski said...

Great concept of a window in the water.

oldegg said...

The sea says so much to us. It is constant in its unpredictability, yet we return to commune with it knowing the answer is there. Your poetry always reaches deep down.

Satya Rekha Ramaswamy said...

So poetic!

Susan Lindquist said...

this is the one I will be re-reading over and over this week ... looking through that window in the water ... this is such a beautiful and haunting write.

gsb said...

love the last line...'bury yourself in sand,first'

Kim Nelson said...

the seizing of power in the last stanza is an ideal completion.

Karen S. said...

Tenderly spoken! Your link on the Mag brings us to your post from last week!

Cathy said...

Simply a wonderful read :)

Bone said...

Nearly every line is a poem unto itself.