holding true to course stormy winds buffet and blow rudder is broken The prompt today at Poet’s United Poet’s Motif is Sustainability.
I wondered then was I thrown into the pool at two like I threw my dog in to assure she wouldn’t drown eyes bug out at me pleading for a rescue and I knowing my parentage know a bugged out plea would have done little “but she can swim” * so you see it wasContinue reading “Sink or SWIM #poetry”
Can you imagine the cover art to your next book? I have- I even have the back picked out. The front is the smiling faces of Liberian children and the back is a the back of a sand filled canoe paddling away (also Liberian). What makes a good cover? I think if your cover canContinue reading “Cover Art #dpchallenge #photography”
You sit silently water teases bumping against your hull a few more moments rest preparing for a dance with the waves and then like the rooster that crows at dawn, the captain shouts the order: “unleash the mainsail, ready the ropes from mooring raise our standard, let the sun have her glorious moment” colorsContinue reading “At Home on the Sea #sailing #devotion #poetry”
Climbing the walls running against the dawn raising sail toward the seas up the long staircase run the race toward the light Today’s Daily Post Prompt Endurance
Turbulent we ride it out on high churned up seas tie down the sails in slickers freeze the day had been balmy and blue grey skies forever waves choppy too you take the good I’ll take the bad the stormy days are close at hand as you let loose your sails rememberContinue reading “Sails and Storms #poetry #photography”
On the edges of battle mouth of cannon burns exhausted reliant on my mooring fore and aft held taut If afraid when things splinter they become stubble and stone Today’s DP Photography Challenge is Fray .
No longer am I free captured in your frame whether sailing in the sun dancing in a box peeking through the trees what do you call this game? Today’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is Silhouette. Degas’ sculpture Petite Danceuse de quatorze ans is a beautiful life-like bronze statue.
To know everything implies that I know something “what” I ask of myself “do I know”? When the sails of life luff I may not be going anywhere When the umpire emphatically cries “You’re out!” – I am When the doctor tells me I have cancer I have no questions What about those times inContinue reading “What of Life? #questions #poetry #photography”
As we glide on the sea of life, we rarely see the squall up ahead. Squalls are a greater test for the sailor of life than the sunny weekend sailor’s dreams…