NaPoWriMo ( Five months late, but then, who's counting? Only me.) 2019 challenge, Day Four, September 2019
The challenge:
To write about an abstract, the poem absolutely loaded with concrete words, images. Relentless.
Finding Love--still a draft
by Shirley Franklin
My heart has slipped its mooring, the careful craft now floats adrift,
meandering, now buoyed up, now sliding carelessly down a wave
crest new breaking. snowy froth, slipping forward
like a veil removed in haste merely covers the face for a moment
abandoning the graying wearer, too shy to be seen by just anyone
blinking back blue-gray eyes seeking black--
blink, pause. higher waves overtower the first, the next, next.
Can we make it back to harbor, will the anchor hold fast.
Rope of hemp deserted, heart inclines toward sleep, to rest in Thee....
The challenge:
To write about an abstract, the poem absolutely loaded with concrete words, images. Relentless.
Finding Love--still a draft
by Shirley Franklin
My heart has slipped its mooring, the careful craft now floats adrift,
meandering, now buoyed up, now sliding carelessly down a wave
crest new breaking. snowy froth, slipping forward
like a veil removed in haste merely covers the face for a moment
abandoning the graying wearer, too shy to be seen by just anyone
blinking back blue-gray eyes seeking black--
blink, pause. higher waves overtower the first, the next, next.
Can we make it back to harbor, will the anchor hold fast.
Rope of hemp deserted, heart inclines toward sleep, to rest in Thee....
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