Stuck like the dark in the night every day
Waiting for heroes to fly near your way
Hoping to see just a glimpse of the sun
Listing to port once again…
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Stuck like the dark in the night every day
Waiting for heroes to fly near your way
Hoping to see just a glimpse of the sun
Listing to port once again…
Wonderful, so taut and terse, and love the potential double-meaning of “port” 🙂
I’m glad you noticed. Things in our life rarely have just one meaning– so why should lines of our poetry?
We can be those heroes; we can fly overhead in someone’s dark if we only
HEAD ‘EM UP and MOVE ‘EM OUT! Instead of waiting for someone to light up our darkness, why don’t we try striking some flints, rubbing some sticks together and take to light up the hill, around the bend, around the peninsula, over the next thundering, cresting wave?
“…thundering, cresting wave…” I like it.
I’m with you Granbee–strike some flints! And you know I love your “Rawhide” nod!
I like this one–I didn’t understand the one about returning after the vote–but we soldier on, even when obtuse.