Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Driftwood (inspired by We Write Poems)

I dive into the cool embrace
Of the liquid of life
My body elated, feather light
I float on my back
Feel supported and free
Only sky above
The ocean beneath
I ride on the rhythm of its breath
Every wave a small death
Like driftwood
To be carried away
And washed up on new shores
Full of new adventures
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8 comments:

  1. Anonymous24 November 2010 at 08:48

    We think alike about swimming in the sea. Nice poem. I've not heard the word "thrift wood" - is that the same as what we Europeans call driftwood?

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  2. Diane T24 November 2010 at 12:22

    What a delightful poem. I feel the same way!

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  3. Mary24 November 2010 at 13:00

    Beautiful poem. I love especially...

    "to be carried away and washed up on new shores."

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  4. Flying Monkey24 November 2010 at 14:48

    LOL...Vivien, I'm so embarrassed. I could say that I have a lisp but it's just my bad spelling ;-) I've corrected the mistake now!

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  5. Unknown24 November 2010 at 15:45

    Isn't it strange that one person can feel 'supported and free,' floating on water while another would be petrified of sinking or of what might be in the water? You have definitely conveyed the former!

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  6. Anonymous24 November 2010 at 18:51

    what a beautiful expression of the sea and life... i feel absolutely the same way... surround submerge

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  7. Anonymous25 November 2010 at 00:05

    I remember well the feelings you express. Lovely poem,

    Elizabeth

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  8. Anonymous1 December 2010 at 03:49

    your imagination is divine.
    what fun to swim like a fish in a sea...
    cool poem!

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