Some days I’d like to sail away
On diamond studded oceans blue
A dazzle of my dreams come true
Horizons stretch beyond the bay
Stars for tracing, time erasing
Surrender burdens of yesterday
Life starts with taking breaths anew
Some days I’d like to sail away
Over at dVerse, Victoria C. Slotto has introduced the Octain Refrain, originally created by an English poet by the name of Luke Prater. The rhyme scheme is A-b-b, a-c/c-a, b-a
Eight syllables per line…I may have an extra one.
Blue eyed boy boards a train
For northern lakes
And goodness sakes
For it trickles through his veins
Bending west along prairies
Crystal clear tributaries
Open mind steady
As the rails that carry him
And these winds beckon gently
As his gaze takes him further
Than his blue eyes can see
Past the pine and tamarack
More than transcontinental
This journey, monumental
A junction met
Between roots and risk
~
Written for dVerse – Open Link Night using Bill’s poetic prompt “All Aboard” where we were asked to write about trains.
God didn’t put walls in the forest
Where eagles rise with the tailwinds
And chlorophyll canopies shadow dance
Over moss carpet floors
Morning glory knows no barriers
Roots of the gnarled oak
Venture out in every direction
Baring their bones to the sun
Willows welcome the lark’s sweet song
Arms reach out without thought
Embracing those that walk peaceful paths
Embracing those that do not
~
I can sit here
Watching you drift by
My world, my lake of dreams
Speculating, analyzing
Twisting truth, rhyming reason
Or I can lift up these wings
Of chance and fate
Arise to the unknown
Set sail into the wind
And let go
In the wakefulness of now
Listen and you will hear
Hearts beating
To the sound of original grace
Souls strumming on strings
Of merciful melodies
Faintly tapping out the truth
Orchestrating the score
Of the conductor, the Creator
Heed to this rhapsody of love
Humming softly through the clatter
Drumming gently without fail
Steady as time, resistant to mind
Find harmony within
Where good intentions lie dormant
Under clogged and corrupted arteries
Like a child, improvise
Sing this song of life
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