Poetry Blogs (drifting)
Adrift
They see me
Without a word
Through the sea white mist
Slow silent slip away
They see me
An empty vessel
Adrift from my moorings
Fading to the horizon
To move, like night, from sea to sea
They see me
Haze distanced
Lost to all and love
Hull down, alone
Eternally to drift
To tide or current whim
Sometime becalmed
Drifting
Sometime storm blasted
D...
Saturday 10th March 2018 4:35 pm
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