DocAndersen
The light danced on the water
each beam dancing on the top of waves
the boat rocking
with each wave
or was it,
the shifting of
the man on the other side.
The open boat
was pushed by water
driven by quiet
found by no one
seven days
in that open boat
seeking the sun.
If we shine meaning
on the doors that are closed
can we find gooseberries?
Can we make wine?
In our open boat
in search of the sun
wishing we had oars
or paddles
or
even
a direction to go.
Great poem!
Thanks Ellie
wow Cool!
thanks
Cool….liked the lines indeed.
Thank you very much!
Savory words to find the light.
Thanks it is a very old poem, from maybe 20 years ago…
Wow! You saved it well, Doc. My old writings/posts are mostly missing with missing or damaged laptops, or I post on social media/blog without a copy.