Sails

Set up: a move, a house on the market, too long in a place i did not want to be....and more bad news came. markets were crashing. looking at certain ruin. i was crushed

Sails

The air is deathly still 

The sea is calm

It’s wind I’m needing now to move me on

Oh, never mind the thought

Pointless today

The sails are drooping down

And still they lay

Once whipped to standing tall

By gusts and gales

The mighty masts a-ship

Held high the sails

Of great ambitions

And  higher schemes

Today the air is dead

And so  my dreams

Billowing high and large

The great white sheets

Magnificent in bloom 

Now droop in limp defeat

They sink and slouch upon

Their comely wooden stakes

My ship of dreams she floats 

Upon a deadened wake

No rising tide to save

No mighty sea

No crashing waves to ride

No fleeting breeze

Dead calm the air I breathe 

I stand aghast 

to see the lifeless canvas

Upon the mast

© Debra Jean Roberts 10242009