The wooden plank
forms the bridge between
the landlocked life
with daily strife
that hushed the longing
deep inside my soul,
and this,
a world of bliss,
silvery,
the wind and sea,
pulling me
back to where
I do belong,
out on the deck
when sails are set.
jenpedwards said:
Your poem makes me long for the ocean…for days away from my land-locked life. Lovely, Francina.
Francina said:
Thank you . Jen, for your lovely comment. That makes than two of us!
Ciao-Francina