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and the wind will blow
and you will drift
guided by chance
and an unseen Navigator  
like a ship on a raging sea
or a butterfly caught in the wind

just don't close your eyes

the light may be
too bright or too dim
the crumbling ruins
may fall hard
beside and inside you

but don't be found
holding tightly to the cocoon
when the metamorphosis
has long been completed.

          --Daniel Irwin Tucker
I originally wrote this poem to relate on a very personal level. But I reposted it because I believe it is more pertinent than ever on every level of human existence in these troubled times.
Jerry Joseph Aug 3
Drifting again in thin air.
No hard rudder to hold fast
Against the waves.
The hull preserves the past.
Endless time ahead and gone.
All that matters left untended.
Mindless minutes uncounted.
The sails sagged against the deck.
Many more miles of space ahead.
Tall mast stretched against the sky.
Blue flat water all around.
Last safe harbor out of sight.
In this place under a clear sky,
My shadow stands below my feet.
There, a sturdy leg gives way,
To another quiet windless day.
George Krokos May 24
You say you love me but I don't know
for your love is like the winter's snow.
Though I see you now just as you are
your presence is like the morning star.
I'll try and grasp what this could mean
when a heart close to a mind has been.

Our feelings shared before made sense
but now all fall back on the past tense.
It seems as if we've been drifting apart
and love's seeking to make a new start.
We're both grateful we've had a chance
to experience in our life love's romance.
Written in Feb 2021.
Lucy Apr 7
I wish I had your adventurer spirit,
Then maybe we would not have had our last visit,
I wish that I was not scared,
For then both of our feelings would be spared.

I know I should not wonder ‘what if’,
The thinking pushes me to the edge of the cliff,
But I cannot help but to wish I was not me,
To dream of a reality where I had not pushed you back to sea...
cassandra Mar 23
the streets make us strangers
cars louder than greetings
put our souls in danger
how to stop the bleeding

words not meant for me to hear
drifting fast from your lips
echoing somewhere so near
what an apocalypse

but is it the revenge
for what is lost
or is it just defence
from what's not gone?
learning to not belong,
to continue d r i f t i n g without
being lost nor found.
little lion Feb 16
I can feel us drifting...
how far
until I can't reach you anymore?
I never want to lose you.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 22
Whilom seafarers in rapture,
seven minutes in heaven,
then nothing but bathos,
--a woman in bed,
she and Rembrandt quarreling
over fidelity or obedience to her king?

"It is I, Seagull!"

"Everything is fine. I see the horizon..."

Night sky, a blow torch,
a golden rain flowing between her legs,
curled in the veil of imperial lineage and/or arousal,
--ballistic arc,
peering into the hand mirror,
a breach of promise staring back.

"Will the flight
affect your reproductive organs, Danaë?"

and how they shall weep
when things go wrong between us?"
JKirin Dec 2020
Snow descends in white flurries,
somewhat hovering, drifting.
All is still, nothing hurries;
only shadows are shifting.
Night retreats,
moves on
at the break—
of dawn.
about worries leaving and calm taking over
Angel Nov 2020
I sit here by my window
It’s slightly cracked
The wind outside sounds frigid
& the array of snowdrifts remind me of
the weather from when I was a child.
It’s crazy to think how the universe
works with my being.
I’m in a renewal stage in which
I need to tend to my inner child
& the world entices it.
I miss the calm
the silence
I need to indulge in that more
I felt childlike & awakened, tested, walking through those knee high snow drifts.
It was exhilarating in a sense.
Playing through those snow drifts
on the rez as a child, it seemed like a
treacherous wonderland.
Now those words are each of there own.
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