Tiny sailboat drifts,
Fading into horizon,
Wandering into unknowns.
When the sun has set,
All our labors turn to dust
Like waves return to oceans.
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Fading into horizon,
Wandering into unknowns.
When the sun has set,
All our labors turn to dust
Like waves return to oceans.
Linking with Friday Fictioneers
Dear Ruby,
ReplyDeleteLove the verses, especially the second. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle. I learnt a new poetry style and wanted to try it out. I am glad you like the attempt.
DeleteBeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
DeleteNicely done. I'm afraid that in the end all our labors do turn to dust.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I heard it on television yesterday and the phrase stayed with me.
DeleteLovely little poem! Love the image of the waves returning to the ocean.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Alistair. I am glad you liked this little effort.
DeleteLife is like the little sailboats. One never know in which direction it will steer despite one claiming to be in full command.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed reading your poem.
I like the way you describe the crux of this post.
DeleteThank you so much Kalpana
I'd love to be in that canoe right now!
ReplyDelete:) that is really sweet of you.
DeleteHello! The 2nd stanza reminded me of my experience at work everyday. I enjoyed your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Vashti. Am glad you enjoyed this little attempt
DeleteI love this, very beautiful. And sometimes I feel like that tiny sailboat...
ReplyDeleteOh we are all sailboats struggling to find our shores
DeleteLovely poem, Ruby. Well written. :) --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such kind words
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