Adrift
Distant breakers on coral atoll
So I was adrift
The ocean swell my only friend
Blown off course, of course.
I would trim my sails
It was but a sad torn shirt
And made in China
I peeped from under
My tarpaulin bed wrapping
Stuck here with the gulls
So I dreamed of eggs
And a mug of hot coffee
Trusting the current
I dreamed of maidens
Dancing round in hula skirts
Delirious me
My supplies are low
Hope tomorrow brings landfall
But without high seas
The sun is testing
I scan the far horizon
Is that land's form there?
A scary thought to be set adrift with few supplies and just hope to guide you!
ReplyDeleteYours is more hopeful than mine. :-(
ReplyDeleteImagination and hope..maybe they are key to survival also..i think i am out of the loop of the story that goes behind yours and J Cosmo's posts..i like the first person point of view..brings it closer and also further away..reality and metaphor..
ReplyDeleteOld Egg, I love how we both used the water element, in a different way of course. Nicely done.
ReplyDeletePamela
I love this. We both used eggs and coffee, but went in entirely different directions.
ReplyDeleteLike what you did with a set of words that I found difficult. We all have those moments when we feel that we have been set adrift. You make it all too real,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
When physical supplies are low, one must dip into the mental supplies of rich imagination.
ReplyDeleteHope he makes it....
ReplyDeleteBeing adrift in the ocean can be a real test of endurance. One can only hope looking at the threatening waters surrounding a little boat! It is most intimidating! Nicely oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank
How could I not check your blog! Love your poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the condition 'adrift'...but it seems we can allow it be just for while...and keep checking with our mind if it right direction...~ love the ocean motif here
ReplyDeleteAhoy there! Adrift is not necessarily a bad place to be. You never know what the next harbour will bring and we all like surprises now and again.
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