July 9th – One of the most serene scenes on any waterway is the maneuvering of a vessel over the surface. For this prompt, write about a boat of some sort, a tugboat, sailboat, a catamaran, cruise ship or whatever boats you float. You’re the captain, or a passenger. You might even be the boat. But don’t sail on today without leaving your poem on our shore.
“There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.” ― James Carroll
Somewhere in early morning there’s a lake
and you in solitude sit quiet, bound
in thought as drifting fog muffles all sound
hushed, awed, before the Holy you quake
in reverent bent of mind and frame you’d gone
not only to fish but recharge, renew
all things in life that had become askew
and found peace and contentment in the dawn.
This is how I see you in my mind’s eye
in a boat on smooth lake with rod in hand
all cares, all pain gone, what remains is peace.
The fog lifted, you’ve said the last goodbye
and if true there be a heavenly strand
this then is where you will have found release.
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