breeze

 i was seasick

on waves of

circling oceans

 

straining my vision in 

fruitless attempts 

to gain bearing 

the fog 

remained 

 

sending me in unknown directions in dreamlike passing of time

 

 

 

 

a breeze of 

fresh

salty

air

wakes me

with intense flushing

of midday sun

 

 

i must look through

the fear of seeing

where i am

 

and

 

face

 

 

 

the storm 

has left debris

and

i am so far

far

off

course

 

the map is gone

 

didn’t lead

anywhere

anyway

 

 

but

 

the 

 

sun

 

 

 

warms me and i feel the hunger

as

wind

for my sail

 

no longer an anchor

 

 

 

 

 

i

will 

 

trust

 

 

 

the breeze

Reviews

[Jo Anna Bella]

Sometimes, it is refresing, 'to go with the flow', isn't it?

[Barry S. Maltese]

Many a time I let fate guide me. Maybe God will send the wind to push me in the right direction. Frankly this is more than just a poem about divorce. It's about casting your fate to the prevailing breezes. Nicely done. I liked it!

[Samith Pich]

hmmmm. there's a a lot of promise here but i lost of ambiguities that really distract from a pretty good poem

great start:

i was seasick
on waves of
circling oceans

but what the hell do we make of the line: blink all i wanted (meaning you blinked and you lost/ got all you wanted???)

the poem does have a sea like quality, we rock and float with you on this ephemeral plane:

the storm has left debris
and
i am so far
far
off
course

great line;
the spaces are very distracting between the stanzas, it seems for little purpose when 2 double spaces would suffice.

this is heartfelt & quite lovely.