A small boat atop the still waters
My mind wanders further away this day,
To a distant shore where sons and daughters
Now reside.
Reflections on Still Waters.
Blue, blue, still and tranquil
The lake is calm today
Sky above white fluffy clouds
My little boat held secure
Sitting quietly tied to its moorings
Just a small boat on still waters
Recalling my own moments in reflection
How much I am that small rudderless boat
Sitting on my own vast ocean
At times trying to keep afloat
It was only yesterday my boat rocked to and fro
Where it was heading I did not know
The shore was far and I could not see
The sky was grey with no blue to show
As I tossed and tumbled in the whirlpool of life
Rudderless, reckless never at ease
Up one moment and down the next
Wandering aimless with naught to please
It seemed I chose the storms of life
Rough riding them out usually in fear
My little boat at the mercy of my feelings
Even when the safety of the shore was near
It is not like that today as I sit quiet and still
I have learnt the joy of steering my own boat
Never again in the restless grey sea
Tossing and turning trying to keep afloat
I have learnt that my own still waters run deepest
The far reaches of the sky are a part of me
And distant mountains in a blue, blue sky
Imbibe in my spirit and set me free.
On this day as I sit and watch my little boat
I feel contentment whilst enjoying the Tranquillity
With Love in my heart and understanding
My rudderless boat is in total, peaceful, harmony.
Milli 2007
Poetry Wednesday Hostess Sans Souci Tour Here.
Poetry written me Milli and image courtesy of google image search.
perfect storm
ReplyDelete1000's of miles of sea
i am a cork
LOL yes you are
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for your bottle
Awesome Poetry. Thanks for sharing..
ReplyDeleteWonderful Poem Milli. It takes me right to the edge of the lake and makes me sit and contemplate.Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteThank you plato and is the space shuttle going to help you locate that cork or the bottle or would like to sit with me on the shore and like Van Gogh watch the ships coming sailing home? Space ships also if you wish.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you enjoyed my writing Jaya Sir.
ReplyDeleteI had another image up Rita however it would not show so the image in your mind at the time of writing I am sure fitted beautifully as it was recalled from your past memories.
ReplyDeletetough call Milli.. this is a technique for
ReplyDeleteovercoming stress (visualize as being a cork)
feel free to dish it out where you will?
Ah my apologies Plato I was being funny with you and teasing. However the sitting with me on the shore and contemplating the beauty before us I am sure would over come most stress. Am i correct?
ReplyDeletei am reminded of a kabir's poem when u said boat let me share that with you, though kabir wrote in Hindi, i am giving you english version. this is something strange as i go deep into meditation and trance, i only wonder whether i shall get sleep for this tuesday night at india.
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The Guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.
The blue sky opens out farther and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward with light,
when I sit firmly in that world.
I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken;
inside"love" there is more joy than we know of;
rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds;
there are whole rivers of light.
The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.
How hard it is to feel that joy in all our four bodies!
Those who hope to be reasonable about it fail.
The arrogance of reason has separated us from that love.
With the word "reason" you already feel miles away.
How lucky Kabir is, that surrounded by all this joy
he sings inside his own little boat.
His poems amount to one soul meeting another.
These songs are about forgetting dying and loss.
They rise above both coming in and going out.
Kabir
ShankarG♥2♥
Oh and Plato I forgot to thank you for you thoughtful Haiku up front. It is as usual very befitting.
ReplyDeleteShankar I can see that both poems are saying similar things. Boats being the metaphor. I thank you for sharing your boat poem with me and I wish you calm blue waters, under fluffy white clouds, sailing through a beautiful blue sky. Now that's what beautiful visions are made of.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful places are everywhere when friends share them Milli.
ReplyDeleteThat technique though is most useful when cross-fire huricanes
come knocking on the door..
I love the conclusion and this "It seemed I chose the storms of life/Rough riding them out usually in fear/My little boat at the mercy of my feelings/Even when the safety of the shore was near."
ReplyDeleteI like that understanding that we choose where we are headed in life by being aware of every moment.
beautiful Milli, congrats...I enjoy reading it!
ReplyDeletenice one Milli....
ReplyDeleteVery nice Milli, well done. Enjoyable reading. Have a safe and happy day. Hugs
ReplyDeleteThanks Pla thats one excellent stones oldy. Making my morning, jumpy, umpity, umpity and It'salright now!!
ReplyDeleteThank you minds nomad I feel it very much to be this way. Are you in for this weeks poem?
ReplyDeleteGlad you popped over Yvonne and I am also happy that you enjoyed the poem.
ReplyDeleteMister Ifiik I wonder? will you submit for Poetry wednesday one of your personal favourite poems?
ReplyDeleteThank you chezz I enjoyed the Polish remover also LOL and so did my friends.
ReplyDeleteMadame, I have risen to thine challenge...lol
ReplyDeletecome see...its in the theme of reflections on still waters...hope you like it.........
I only put it together today, after reading your 'challenge'.....lol......
That was just beautiful, Milli. Thank you so much. I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lauritasita for you well received comment.
ReplyDelete"I have learnt the joy of steering my own boat
ReplyDeleteNever again in the restless grey sea
Tossing and turning trying to keep afloat"
You couldn't have said it better then you did with these words. I find myself with a light bulb going off in my head. It's an "AhhhHaaa" moment. It's like she knows me and knows where I'm at LOL. Thanks for this beautiful poem.
Thank you for finding a joy in this verse Boston.
ReplyDeleteDear Milli, your PROWess shows! A lovely metaphor for taking control of your own domain, weathering the seas, overcoming storms. Your wording is beautiful, smooth and full of images.
ReplyDeleteI have learnt that my own still waters run deepest
The far reaches of the sky are a part of me
I feel you've come far, survived and are full speed ahead. Beautiful job.
xo
Nicely woven Milli. Your words carry a flow of images to mind. I have really enjoyed reading you.
ReplyDeleteSouci that's a lovely way to put it..Full throttle even LOL and thank you so very much for always inspiring us all.
ReplyDeleteA flow of images that I am so happy to share pearl.
ReplyDeleteDear singer I loved the Kevin Spacey version of your song and also the connection that you made with my verse.
ReplyDeletebeautiful.. thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteA course to maturity which now has brought contentment, tranquility, love, understanding and a peaceful harmony!...Thank you, dear Milli! :)
ReplyDeletesuggar thank you for stopping by and enjoying the verse and Zafreud it is that you are spot on.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem about riding the tide of life
ReplyDeleteThanks Phil and i loved presenting it too
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