Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Driftwood

Driftwood speaks 
a seeing story 


pictures look back 
telling tales of
journeys not chosen
 thrust upon her 

travel such as this
makes
rough edges smooth 
sharp corners round
skin of satin 

she gathered
strength to
float the storm
resilience 
permanently
ingrained


resting while waiting
sometimes looks
as if 
beached

it is not so-
take her home
a treasure 
now wanted
the story 
not wasted 



3 comments:

  1. Isn't driftwood marvelous? Even the name: a journeying implied. And they last and last, despite the constant heaving from ocean to shore and back.

    These pieces look like bones bleached by desert sun.

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  2. I like that idea Maureen - the name implication. Do you get to the real coast much Nancy?

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