I am on a swing
You bob
Like a pendulum
Close and far
Close and far
I am in a train
Whistle blows
Platform moves
Palms across the glass window
Whisper the last prayers
I am in a boat
Eyes follows
A receding shadow
Propelling sand foot prints
Retina clicks
Eyes shut
A long thin
Frame of your being
Locks in my dream
The boat sinks...
Painting by Mary Collins
www.bluewaveatrs.ie/painting.htm
1 comment:
That's a very sad poem. You can't help but feel a little languid at the demise of that colorful boat. Maybe tweaking and reinforcing the panels of the hull and rudder will give the boat a happy ending.
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