Picture my hands
slipping into your waters
holding the world
by a boat sailing clear
floating free inside tomorrow
The edge is wet
Slippery creatures ride the sea
bobbing to see your wake
to catch you
in a net of jaws
Another stormy voyage
my lighthouse guides your landing
tucked in a waterbed
with sweets, lyric and wine
Picture my hands
if I ruled the world
Webbed gloves scull sureness
like sensible shoes pushing bicycle pedals
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WOW this was awesome!
ReplyDeleteWOW i loved that xoxo
ReplyDeleteI love your poems Jenny, I think iv heard this one before.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery :) You totally rock, Jen-dearest!! ((hugs))
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