Treading water on splintered driftwood...

Jak Wonderly ~ underwater photography

Treading water on splintered driftwood

    rained upon a silent harbor's braille prayer

safe sanctuary fell into the drink's abysm,

   darkly colored sea's depths of bottomless pits

stuck in chasms engulfed in untimely passages

     attempts to clear throat's gulping desires,

         salvaging another day's rhythm in beats' time

  stranded as another cast away, 

                                                 on an island with no rhyme

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

I can relate to this, I often feel as though I am doing nothing but treading water. But there is an upside - it is wonderful exercise. It strengthens us for when we are ready to swim that channel, or climb back up onto dry land and climb mountains. It may feel pointless and aimless, but it is not for naught.

[Frieda P]

I have to agree with you there but it would be really nice once in a while to come upon a flotation device and take a much needed break. :) Thanks so much Ashira, always appreciate your words.

[Ashira Macy]

I totally agree. That splintered driftwood probably isn't much comfort. You are very welcome love. =)

[Frieda P]

A nice floating lounge chair with a drink cup to go with would be nice. haha

[R Smith]

I'd like to think of some deep, clever comment about this poem but I'm so struck mentally dumb by it that all I can say is "It's Beautiful"

[Frieda P]

That's quite the compliment in itself, I love when poetry leaves me feeling that way, thanks so much Richard.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Feeling alone and struggling against a tide of lifes' pressures can be overwhelming. I loved this poem.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Mad....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes life gets us feeling this way, and we wonder why we even bother to tread water...with life so splintered, we want to just let go...
then that slight wave of hope comes along...and we struggle to stay afloat one more day, feeling it may just get better.

[Frieda P]

Exactly jacob, but now I have motorized driftwood care of Curt, I'll give ya a lift.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and here i am with half an oar...okay, i'll take that ride, thank you.

[redzone]

"But i tread water just the same" - the song ; "stranded as a castaway /on an island with no rhyme," Frieda, there is so much loneliness here, not sure i would have the strength to tread these waters .. but you, your poem bravely do .. i think that this island has no rhyme but you have a great deal that keeps us all afloat .. i love your poem and have taken that drift wood, put a motor on it so you can find a safe place ... beautifully poetic Frieda xxoo

[Frieda P]

You always bring me a smile Curt, motorized driftwood, I adore you! :) xo

[redzone]

So you can fly like the wind over those waters .. ;0)

[Frieda P]

Thanks my broom got wet. ;P xo

[Sophy Freebirds]

I liked the picture a lot... :) really captivating.you've very aptly used the word underwater Freida.We tend to walk through it..the difficult times."On an island of no rhyme- how desolate is that.Still some of us are fascinated to be in that no man's land.Revelling in our pain.

~Sophy

[Frieda P]

Seriously, can you even imagine, thanks Sophy, jazz'd you enjoyed. :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

I imagined and wanna be there but want to have a return ticket of the flight too ;) ha.. my pleasure Freida

[Frieda P]

Just keep treadin' along Sophy. ;)

[Lyn Anderson]

Some days it feels like we are just treading water, yes. But there are those of us who just keep doing it. No matter what. We are the Pack Mules of the Undead, remember, and there are many of us kindred spirits, out there, and I am glad I found one in you.

[Frieda P]

Too many days it seems, thanks for your kind words KL...I know you're treading is in a better place these days. Kindred spirits indeed, same to you my friend. x

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, and trying to enjoy the moments because one never knows when the next wave is coming.

[Frieda P]

Exactly.....you're smarter than the average bear boo boo....