watching flicker of
hope light upon the ripples...
a lingering lightness
of choreographed flail
paddling time;
a waving beseech
of welcoming arms...
There is no fear, no sound,
no illusions;
a mermaid quieted
by the milking of
distant foam churning
to an uncertain shore.
A heartbeat echos
as the mind stands still...
treading water gives time for thought..but don't lay still in murky water to long.. it becomes the norm..wonderful poetry
ReplyDeleteThank you Robert... good advice from a dear friend!
ReplyDeletePerfect, especially the last two stanzas. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteOh Gerry... my heart just skipped a beat... thank you!
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