Sail
I sail a sliver of a
silver boat
canvas snapping round
the bend
heat and wind follow in
my wake as
I sail a sliver of a
silver boat
I avoid the arc of
surrender –
scan the horizon for
helpmates
but in the end in a
splendid splash
of archaic modernism I
bend to the
curve of the slap of the
sail around
the bend of this spinning
marble and
pick up my single stitch
of shine – my
tiny trip in this
colossal sea as I sail
my sliver of a silver
boat – alone the
scent of frangipani,
futility and hope
pushing me onward … ever
onward
Each word fits perfectly - I really got lulled into the rhythm and movement of those silver slivers
ReplyDeleteA wonderful read, and all the more because of "frangipani." (Just fund to say!) Delightful!!!
ReplyDeleteI love the weaving of the repeated line throughout the poem. This is a very cool write, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely LOVE this. I, too, am sailing my sliver!
ReplyDeleteGreat use of repitition. It seems like a race toward meaning. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletesuch a lovely poem, a sliver of hope :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent feel to your words, lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteWhat an image of life....and I loved these lines...
ReplyDelete'I bend to the
curve of the slap of the sail around
the bend of this spinning marble and
pick up my single stitch of shine'
Lovely! ❤️
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery in this poem, Pearl. May we have hope to push us forward on our individual silver boats!
ReplyDeleteI love the sound of a sliver of a silver boat.
ReplyDeleteLovely! I always admire one-sentence poems, and in this one I love the repetitions and the way it seems to move like sailing boat; and I love the content both literally and metaphorically.
ReplyDeleteHow is it in times like these we need to visit our imaginings to somehow make our world seem right...and 'sailing a sliver of a silver boat' seems to be a great thing to do!
ReplyDeleteSimply delightful.
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Powerful imagery of the lone traveler and the meaning hidden there for us all.
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