On a Whim of a Sail

help! I'm floating and can't get down

On the Whim of a Sail

The surrounding of words
Battles on the dollar's front lines
Poetry somewhere becoming a back door crime
While everyone drinks and dances
The Earth sinks into its own lapses.

I'm of the ilk where reality meets my mind
A sly smile or two as I battle with poetic line
Okay......okay I'm guilty of another back door crime.
When you say it's easy the hardness grabs your tail
I orbit the earth on the whim of my sail.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Lydia!

It certainly didn't match your masterpiece but I'm glad you visited.

Regards,
Al

[Lydia Shutter]

The whim of your sail....certainly takes you to a good place, Al. If poetry is a back door crime, all of us will meet behind bars....of steel, not places to imbibe! I feel the frustration in your words. Lydi**