Slipping the bonds
Of feared hum-drum
The weighty chains of
Mediocrity, breathe
Deeply, eyes loosely
Shut against the
Here and drift
To the there of that
Turquoised island
Of that never setting
ribboned horizon free
Youth sparkled ever sun
I very much like the flow of this poem and imagining the 'Turquoised island.'
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary....visit any time...the island or the site!
ReplyDeleteI'm probably too old for Eversun, but I'm always glad to lose the mediocrity chains. Sold write.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ron...no one is ever to old in Ever-sun ...it is as Never-never-land ....except you are as old or young as you wish....come anytime....
ReplyDeleteExcellent write, Pearl.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thank you Pamela ... float by anytime :)
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