Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
no moorings
Have you ever felt that you had no moorings? Right now I am feeling that way...
No more rings No more ties The silent solace of tears Beneath emotive skies No moorings No holds just empty spaces bansihed albums full of once friendly faces.
Sometimes there are no sticks to throw for your dog or pebbles to skim and instead we just have to look at the glassy surface wondering if we are the ones a drift and the oceans are solid.
Are you on the water or on the shore? Are you drifting away or watching the horizon? Do you want a sail to crest through the distant sun light or to vanish into the greying?
6 comments:
enjoy that! (I think in positive)
No more rings
No more ties
The silent solace of tears
Beneath emotive skies
No moorings
No holds
just empty spaces
bansihed albums
full of once friendly faces.
Sometimes there are no sticks to throw for your dog or pebbles to skim and instead we just have to look at the glassy surface wondering if we are the ones a drift and the oceans are solid.
Are you on the water or on the shore? Are you drifting away or watching the horizon? Do you want a sail to crest through the distant sun light or to vanish into the greying?
Love and Energy,
Takakow
P.s
That was banished not bansihed ! Although I quite like the word Banshied instead !
Just let go and let yourself be. You may not realise, but you are being held.
Happens only to the very best...take it easy girl x
sometimes it's fun to just float on your back
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