05-27-2019, 01:10 AM
Little sailboat moored
in man-made lake, your sail is stowed
and wind seldom blows across this mirror.
Though you once boasted of an epic tour,
you’ve retired to this stagnant body’s pause -
floating in aged circles, recalling
the whispers of the Mediterranean.
Now you're lost
between mute pines,
praying for a breeze to chase
or wave to crest, but no rogue zephyr
will ever carry you back.
in man-made lake, your sail is stowed
and wind seldom blows across this mirror.
Though you once boasted of an epic tour,
you’ve retired to this stagnant body’s pause -
floating in aged circles, recalling
the whispers of the Mediterranean.
Now you're lost
between mute pines,
praying for a breeze to chase
or wave to crest, but no rogue zephyr
will ever carry you back.
If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room.
"Or, if a poet writes a poem, then immediately commits suicide (as any decent poet should)..." -- Erthona
"Or, if a poet writes a poem, then immediately commits suicide (as any decent poet should)..." -- Erthona