Thursday, January 28, 2021

Poem: Driftwood Journey

 

Driftwood Journey

 

sinewy flute

salted and stout,

 

your keys and stops

squatted by meek shells,

 

once a bough,

now brined in waves,

 

some gust ripped you

off a nurturant cliff,

 

christened you flotsam.

it adventured you, forged you

 

bolder than birch bark,

miniature kayak,

 

wrestler of fierce seas,

of frothy manes,

 

such lions, serpents,

and tossing hydras,

 

you rode indefatigable,

lost, wizened and raw,

 

until a whispery sheen

slithered beneath you,

 

to once more establish

the earthen world.



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