Sailing at Leisure

 

                                                                                           Attribution: anon

Image: A Sailing Boat at Sea

In the realm of aquatic sense to create,
Only words woven with care and grace,
Yearnings for white sails through the haze

From the wide window towards the granite shore

The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying

Unbroken wings not causing concern unlike before

Surrounded by mysteries, within the mist,
Each boat a guiding star lighting our way,
With submissive heat where secrets held sway.

Calmness offering solace we shall never forget
Let the parched misty chill be away in the desert

Like in the unending past not bothering the way

Rosemary's at PSU's Friday Writings #231: White Sails Flying

To include the following lines:

From the wide window towards the granite shore

The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying

Unbroken wings

Along The Way

                                                                                                    Author: Peter Facey
Image: Corners and Bends

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taking cautionary child steps with an eye 

to anticipate vicious corners and sharp bends 

expecting nothing wild or untoward that lie

along the way of unexpected surprises 

wanting an assurance of a gentle journey

with an opening of not starting light fires 

rather living the fast lane in orderly manner

and closing it easy if caught in tight situations

music to the ears in confidence to a cause

no worry but a brave front to stifle opposition

lest good upbringing and manners are forgotten 

spared from shooting stars likely to appear

carefully nurtured to face up against fears

Mary's at What's Going On with 

Opening and Closing

Spring a Surprise

                                                                                                Author:rachel CALAMUSA
Image: Sleeping and Dreaming

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An extension of one's imagination
In the nights it registers its presence 
Not wanting to show its true colours

But enough to cause sweet bothers
Emerging for a split second or longer
Then disappears into Davy Jone's locker

Can one believe dreams that appear
Foretelling of what’s coming in the future

Rare occasions may spring a surprise 

Uncanny similarity etched in memory survive

The morning after a good dream to remember

 A bonus for good living to relive thereafter

Good dreams the aftermath of good intentions
Prodding the human self in pleasurable simulations
In classic fashion and in myriads of mixed colours

With realms of the human spirit in the subconscious 

Rommy's at PSU Friday Writings #230: Surprise Me!

What is the Destination?

                                                                                                                Author habiloid 
Image: Branching Out

unwittingly endured brutal in consequence
nothing gained except greenery on the sides
hard to imagine mother nature's vehemence
help cried to work its way as of right

was it confusion beyond the reach for a spell
go, make a decision to arrive at any destination
directions plain to see road signs displayed well
being lost is a step towards a chance solution 

a challenge to invoke beneficially good returns
to slash the field  to regain stature from before
life is a gamble in all of its contending spectrum

gambler's luck may unfold as a happy rejoinder

Punam's at d'Verse Open Link Night #409