The Drift

 

                           Paddling on

 

                                     a briny sea

 

                              of all our tears

 

             Casting for crystals,

                    

                    Boats made of orchestras

 

                          Rafts of memories,

 

                   Seem to sink

 

                        Into rippling pools,

 

                 Murmuring words...

 

 

                   ..never quite heard.

                   

 

        

Author's Note

This is a restored poem, so some punctuation and words may be a little different to the 2007 version. It's about the deep frustrations of writing - always wanting to add things, express new feelings...

Reviews

[Pema Dorje]

a sweet ride on a murmour this is ...
... the Neuroscience of crying ... the overflowed brain/heart interface ... reason no longer comprehends the Heart aches and never ends and tears are the embrace of humility and mortality... I have cried at Beauty being overflowed with a Heart vibration ... reason ends where heart begins as tears and laughter always wins ... Why cry?, why feel?, why? is a wounded reason....

writeous write ... covergently evolved with Heart/Mind

[Janay Kimble]

This is a nice poem; you connect opposing feelings (sad/happy) to the up and down movement one might experience in a boat. I like the alliteration you use "casting for crystals". I also like the thought of "murmuring words" not being heard; where do they drift . . . Nice work. jk

[Riverdance]

This is a peaceful poem...and I love how the words "drift" across the page. It really adds to the overall feeling.

Really pretty. =)

~Rd

[BrightEyes]

this piece evokes such amazing images..."rafts of memories" "sink into rippling pools" ....finely written work yet it remains open for the reader letting them interpret the piece on a personal level; based on events in their own lives. nicely done.

laura :-)