Sail boat
By Mark Heathcote
Sat, 02 Apr 2016
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A sailboat has no direction.
But to go wherever it-is-taken
drift or tides make no mistake
we too-must glide across this lake,
this endlessly, deep dark-fractured ocean.
And row, possibly without an oar
navigate possibly without-a-rudder
or hold fast without a well-bedded anchor.
We-too-must abhors and even-at-times adhere
to stir in the devil's own watercourses his ashen fiery winds.
Till the buoys of time
turn and direct us in on-a-wave returning to the tides soul.
Surf-like until another or He directs us home.
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I do so love reading your
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
I do so love reading your work Mark, it's really my kind of poetry.
Jenny.
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A very good 'take' on life.
Permalink Submitted by alice sunderland on
A very good 'take' on life. ominous picture too
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