I’ve set down anchor
in the sea I find myself in.
Not the one,
I would have sailed
by choice.
by choice.
It’s the wind
that blew me here.
My course altered
from navigation
carefully plotted.
Tossed into the deep
I am surfacing,
to merely float in place.
to merely float in place.
White flag surrender.
~ Karen
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Sometimes flexibility is forced, but still, I feel a serenity in the piece.
ReplyDeleteThis is quite poignant. I hope you find your way to where you want to be.
ReplyDeleteA flag of truce can be good... :)
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeletea gracious perhaps surprising to
ReplyDeleteoneself surrending.
your poem is lovingly delicate.
This is wonderful to read. Especially love "white flag surrender." Usually the wisest course, hee hee.
ReplyDeleteVisiting from Poets United: Floating in place is at least better than going backward! I enjoyed your write and thank you for your participation.
ReplyDeleteHow many of us are in seas we wouldn't have sailed in by choice...
ReplyDeleteyou got me with the first line...beautiful..x
ReplyDeleteyou got me with the first line...beautiful..x
ReplyDeleteSometimes we do chose the wrong path, don't we? I hope this is one the 'surrender' can somehow put right for this person.
ReplyDeleteLovely (but sad) imagery.
Breathtaking, meaningful, full of wonder!!
ReplyDeleteLovely, I'll wave to you when I surface and maybe we'll both see each other.
ReplyDeletesometimes we just have to accept where the universe takes us and make the most of it...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThe wind can carry us out far, where we didn't plan to go. But still to float in peace is the best recourse ~
ReplyDeleteIt is time to pull up anchor, and set sail upon the sea that will bring you home.
ReplyDeleteThis picture is fabulous: an essential Ophelia, and I think your words have done it justice: not a single one is wasted but the pervasive mood of melancholy is keenly felt. I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteYes, we are all prisoners of the wind. Nicely written.
ReplyDeletegood picture and the words reflect it well
ReplyDeleteLove this, especially:
ReplyDeleteTossed into the deep
I am surfacing,
to merely float in place
"It’s the wind
ReplyDeletethat blew me here.
My course altered
from navigation
carefully plotted"
However we planned things may not go according to what was planned. True enough.
Nice write Karen!
Hank
No matter how carefuly we plot our course, the sea tends to be rough. Why is that? Nice poem and oh so true.
ReplyDeleteAffecting write! I really enjoyed the ebb of emotion in this piece.
ReplyDeleteTight poem.
ReplyDeleteLoved that last line.
=)
Karen,
ReplyDeleteThere is something very peaceful in your words, even though Ophelia was drifting off course. Perhaps to a better location!!!
Eileen
love is a big surrender event, you are right
ReplyDeletewhere are the koi
this is my week my month my spring, how did you get inside my head? wonderful poem!
ReplyDeletesurfacing to float...just being! Very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGood one!
ReplyDeletegood words of reality
ReplyDeletebut can it be sweet surrender? *S*
ReplyDeleteexcellent work, love it *S*
Excellent Karen.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]