the wind
behind me
the sea below
a rock to hold me
from what?
I thought
the wind?
so cold to my flesh
yet so warm in my mind
the sea?
so wet to my skin
yet so warm in my heart
maybe my rock
holds my mind
in some deep crevasse
waiting to be
whisked
across the sea
can my flesh
follow my mind
to the sea?
maybe
the wind
can make me a sail
and transport
my
mind...my flesh... my soul
to somewhere
my heart
would rather be
gsbatty
2 comments:
That just spilled from your morning coffee? I gotta know what kind of coffee your drinking! You transported me to the sea with this.
mary - Thanks for that comment. I do not consider myself a poet so I don't try it often. I was pleased with this one but we never know what others will think
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