Slow Boat

Slow Boat

We sail through this staunch hollow.
The air is in ripples from the heat.
White stones lie at the water's edge.
My skull is a maze of mongrel thoughts.
You say we are on a slow boat to China.
I check the map for bad turns.
A flimsy yellow husk of sun falls
on a hidden thatchery of birds
They move in a small gray flutter.
You are smoking a brown herb
and watching the waves in waltzes.
When we go ashore to spread a blanket,
barriers uncurl between us in the colors
of wildflowers, lavender and yellow.
We are lying, upturned and exposed
to a view of blue.
The clouds move in slow motion
and we rest inside.
Our hearts rock us to sleep.
We touch behind our eyes.

Reviews

[Steve]

Another beautifully written piece, i loved the lines

'When we go ashore to spread a blanket,
barriers uncurl between us in the colors
of wildflowers, lavender and yellow'

Reading your poetry is like intruding on a memory, so vivid is your writing I could almost be there.
I could never get used to the american spelling of 'colour' though :)

[Emily B]

you are my favorite poet

chapters and verses cannot compete with lines like these

[Ed Hart]

Yes, but this is what it's all about, the revelations, so that we are cleansed and others are shown how to see. Again, thank you for the clarity of your awesome vision, and your ongoing willingness to be your own canvas...

[Butterflymom]

This was very beautiful, and well done. I loved the imagery, and descriptions. Incredible write, and it flows nicely.

[Larissa G.]

I wasn't sure I was going to have much to say until the last couple lines, but "we touch behind our eyes" was the clincher - gorgeous words. Maybe too much imagery and not enough action, so to speak; it was a slower poem.
But gorgeous.