ȫf ̊barges and ferries˳


May 30 by The Running Son


Lake Michigan new look ferry boats

ȫf ̊barges

and ferries˳

She’s got timing.
Not rhyme crafted
hide behind laughs
or bending minds.
No. More time wasted than that

would make a weaker spirit
go goal-mining and attack
any angle lacking
a counter.

I Found her grown.
Many experiences sewn
tight in smiles
and lite nightly travels
despite miles of handling battles

on her own.
Wont play the child
and fold. She could
rout me with her silence.
I stop, I swear. Shake the dreams off.

She wakes, and finds me.
And just the act
and the facts in between
not said or dreamed,
beam too bright

to look at right..

I have been flat.
Off key, no car, and prostrate,
for an imminent attack
and no one to save me.

But I am back, and lady,
it takes me a few moments
frozen, going
swimming in the great seas
of quantum possibility. Don’t lose hope.

I am back
and going home.
I’ve come to.
Flying high
and taking space away from negative pulls

and going places
no anti-sage face-saver
gen,-exiting stages
of strife would dare go.
to new homes, and old friends.

And hopefully, an whole new life-boat.





by Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.


6 thoughts on “ȫf ̊barges and ferries˳

  1. Awakening…. always a startling yet exciting experience 😉

  2. I love the lake, too. Lovely words.

  3. Ar Vhee says:

    Hey J,
    This is wow-tastic! 🙂

  4. I love this and also the photo I used to live in Kalamazoo MI. Love the ferry boat!

  5. Renard Moreau says:

    [ Smiles ] Great poetry from you as always!

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