Lost at Sea

The emotion of transitions

Lost at Sea

at first the waves seem a constant rhythm

pounding  

pushing back

pulling out

turning under

it hurts, stings really…

kinked and battered

the rolling calm rocks

and now I see

there is a rise and fall

a spasm of circumstance

whim of temperatures battle contrasted wind

here, in the dead calm is death…

in this isolation, the storm will have its way

yet in the chaos of proximity

there was... or rather is, life

the tree line disappears

water is no longer fresh

citrus is withering on the deck

finally I understand…

hoisting my sail

destiny takes form

and I pray

wondering if I will ever feel

blessed pounding, pushing, pulling, and turning of a new shore

Author's Note

I have made an effort to write uplifting poetry of late. This is a mood and a reality. There is hope even when we feel lost however. My desire is to comfort others who feel lost at times and assure them they are not feeling this in isolation. Also, I believe we can one day sail upon a pristine shore.

Reviews

[Erik Daniel]

I like this one David! Nicely written. Well done sir!

[David Scott]

Thank you Erik. Just one more day in the life of David Scott... Ha. :)