Adrift…   [POEM]

there are no strides
no significant place
barely a remembrance
and not a trace,

ships that once passed
under winds that gave clue
for misdirected notions
in an undiscovered hue

fodder for a wise-tale
astringent for a wound
bitter for a sweetness
prolonging for a soon

on top of what is distant
in a sense for such is lost
an unto that was bartered
by a tort that didn’t cost

a feeling was the culprit
a truth that didn’t bend
vessels gone about the water
adrift without a wind.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers


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