Lucky Boats
We’re two little boats in a placid bay
moored near a marshy inlet.
I know it’s true, I smell the water.
Day is a series of dominoes
we push over, one by one,
but only those allotted to the hour.
Now and then a helpful prompt
falls into our guileless minds ‘
steering us to shore, or out to sea.
When night falls, we gently rock
in the sleep of deep currents
buoyed by trust devoid of ambition.
There’s peace if we don’t aim too high.
You know it’s true.
You smell the water, too.
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the poem makes rocking “in the sleep of deep currents” sound more tempting than pushing over “a series of dominoes”
Yeah , what gabby said …this turns brilliantly. And it rocks.
and rests.
Interesting poem. I like how it turns back to the reader in the end. “You smell the water, too.”
This is a very pleasant read, and the imagery of two little boats like this is cute and sweet.
Unique scenario full of possibilities.
Wonderful
I am going to read this a whole bunch more times, but I already know it’s really well done.
Such a calming tone in this poem!
The end is amazing–and I love “Day is a series of dominoes/we push over, one by one,”
Thank you all for your kind comments!