For today’s prompt, write a voyage poem. In my case, we’ll be driving along the Gulf of Mexico, but a voyage can happen in a variety of ways–even on foot, or psychologically. Heck, the process of writing a poem is a sort of voyage all its own. Happy poeming!
Perch
One needs to be in a different space
And move through it.
That is a voyage.
In my case, there will be ropes and luffing sails
And, seen through the luffing sails, great walls of
electric blue ice.
I try to prepare myself now for this
by noticing,
as I aways do,
great shears of my life falling away
sometimes, as I pass from room to room.
and icy waves that rise and reach
towards me, for me.
They don't get to me - perhaps -
so much anymore
though the same walls fall
and the same waves reach.
I perch on a mast above my life.
And, safe enough there,
watch the days slip by below
as if they were landscape.
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