Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Meeting the Bar. This week, Anna is asking us to explore the art of conceit – such fun!
I wasn’t going to even attempt this, but the cruel mistress that is my Muse told me that once I had eaten some dinner, my poetic brain would kick in. I trust her. She is in charge. 🙂
This week, I am looking forward, not back. The past cannot be changed, and yet it shapes your future. You just have to not let it dominate.
– Body of Proof –
My body is tossed to the shore,
Washed up, desiccated, roughened
Yet worn smooth –
The life I knew is distant,
A ship on the horizon
Rolling port to starboard
In the stormy seas.
I may be bladder-wracked
Time and tide has engulfed me
But I am still here
I rest on the shingle
The morning heat blushes my skin
I open my eyes
Gaze at sun-kissed clouds
Carrying wind-winged promises
And know that all will be well.