troy-henson
Victoria, Australia
A long time writer of poetry touching on and tapping into my inner self to deliver pieces that appease me and assist me with managing life. I write from within and always look forward to hearing from other poets. I enjoy reading and reviewing and making good friends along the way.
I stand on the shores of a beach vast, long,
sandy, waves crashing
Sand washing away from under my feet,
sinking, wind lashing
To my left a mighty yacht, seamless with grace,
sails flapping in the breeze
To my right a wooden boat, scarred, beaten
embattled by large seas
I choose wisely a boat that will serve my thoughts
memories my slaves
I climb aboard the weathered vessel, I sit
rocking in the waves
Drifting into open seas my wooden boat it leaks
a cup I’m scooping water
Paddling with my hands I cry a salty tear
victim of oceans daughter
Waves rise crashing into my vessel stricken
no safe harbor I’ve lost grip
My watery tomb consumes my sleepy soul
captain goes down with the ship
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC