Blue were the skies
white fluffy clouds playing around
sometimes like cotton
Sometimes like feather
moving around
under that vast sky
A dark blue grey ocean survived
so much salty water flows by
enough to quench the thirst of generations by
ebbing upon its surface
a loose wooden plank
the wooden plank
don’t know when left upon
don’t know from where it abandoned upon
clueless to its origin
clueless to its thought
rocking and moving
drifting apart
the oceans took it
the storm drenched it
the winds chased it
and it slowly moved apart
On the whims of waves that carried
on the sounds of wind that it heard
on the guidance of lighthouse it moved
this lighthouse lay upon the rocks
the plank finally saw a light
years had passed by
lost its identity as it flowed by
what dreams
what ambitions
what desires
and now even what duties
after so long it finally saw the shore of life
pleading the waves
praising the winds
it slowly giddied over to the lighthouse
the lighthouse was telling tale
tales of mariners
who were late
as it hurriedly went across
excited to hearing voices around
it forgot to listen to heeds
heeds of lighthouse to be cautious
alas
wrecked on the reefs
sorry was the lighthouse
but finally the years of drifting could stop
the story of little wooden plank
that it was
was it a part of sea
or ship
a bid adieu without a formal funeral around
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2022 05:47
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Comments9
Feel sorry for the wooden plank .
Another great writing , spiller .. so engaging and well expressed ! 🙂🙂
Thank you so much dear Rose
Indeed the plank was really poor
'On the whims
of waves, that carried on the sounds
of wind, that it heard on the guidance
of lighthouse, it moved
this lighthouse lay upon the rocks
the plank finally saw a light
years had passed by
lost its identity as it flowed by
what dreams
what ambitions
what desires
and now even what duties
after so long
it finally saw the shore of life'
Brilliant!
Thank you so much dear Mek
So glad you liked it
I agree with LB Mek. Also love the line "It slowly giddied over to the lighthouse. " Great imagery!
Thanks a lot dear Buzz Bray
So imaginative. A really enjoyable read.
Thanks a lot dear Rozina
you have done yourself & this craft of ours both proud today my friend .... x
Thank you dear Neville
And that comment of yours made it so special
What an inspiring personlising you made of that wooden plank spills - my heart was touched at the efforts it made and not to shore itself seemed so sad........... you have a true poet's imagination and I really enjoyed the tale you told.
Thanks a lot dear Fay
I am so glad this piece could appeal your eyes
And your praise spritzed my heart inside
Thank you so much for your loving comment
beautiful write, spiller. sometimes we do feel like wooden planks, drifting without control, hoping for life
Indeed dear Sophin
And like the wooden plank we go on drifting and riding upon on waves
Really touching spiller,that little plank has the heart of the little engine that could,...
🚂 juga,juga,juga,jug,..😃✌🕊
Sure dear Fallenangel
It had the heart of keep going and working
So many questions when you see those planks.
Andy
Exactly those planks who dare to cross the vast river
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