Twenty minutes to make
fair headway, doldrums of
sleep cast off easily, delays
hoisting sail let dawn beat
the Master’s desire to be
at sea for its first rays.
Like lying awake waiting,
watching you slumber as
dawn breaks, singularly
silent, impatient to see
a first glimpse of blue
in your waking eyes.
It was long suffering
smiles that drove you
away – for fear you
cannot breathe; I felt
it there in the greyness
of dawn’s suffocation...
© 20 December 2008, I. D. Carswell
Hi Ivan!
ReplyDeleteI respectfully resemble this poem...
Both awake and in my dreams. Had feelings of; do I say nothing, caught between a rock and a hard place. Swallowing makes it hard to form the words your mind is creating. 1:11, 3:33, 5:55 passes by. Break the silence. Did you follow all that Ivan? (lol)
Respectfully, yes, I did... It reflects my life rather accurately at present.
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