a journey of awareness
The Lifeboat SongWhat reaches outIs groping through doubtWhat settles inSome choose to call sinThe barren grows hardWhere icebergs are charredWhat’s wounded the eyeIs absence of skyIn a dingy at seaOnly salt’s freeFaces whistle a tuneAs dry as a pruneBones finger through hairAnd empty the airSince nobody knewWhich blessings were true[Disposable Doggerel October 12, 2010=
The Lifeboat Song
ReplyDeleteWhat reaches out
Is groping through doubt
What settles in
Some choose to call sin
The barren grows hard
Where icebergs are charred
What’s wounded the eye
Is absence of sky
In a dingy at sea
Only salt’s free
Faces whistle a tune
As dry as a prune
Bones finger through hair
And empty the air
Since nobody knew
Which blessings were true
[Disposable Doggerel October 12, 2010=