We close our eyes
and face into the
wind
like little boats
like little boats
riding at anchor
facing into the wind
that’s lovely she
says eyes closed
bobbing like a
little boat
facing into the wind
luckily I learned
all my netting knots
from you
luckily they hold
fast
all our ties
as we bump gently
into each other
eyes closed facing
into the wind
like little boats
I like the images you have created in this lovely poem. The closed eyes, the wind,the boats and the knots are wonderfully metaphoric. The repetition doesn't really do much for me but I imagine it would be very effective when read out loud to an audience.
ReplyDeleteThanks Myron. My mother has Alzheimer's - repetition is everything!
ReplyDeleteI had a vague idea the "you" in the poem might be the poet's mother. I could not find an Alzheimer's clue in it though, so am glad you told me.
ReplyDeleteI had a similar feeling, though the poem also suggests being with a child — 'learning through teaching' perhaps. I liked the repetition, it conveys a wistful intimacy.
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