Friday, December 24, 2010

Flying Boats

sinking boat
suddenly takes flight
like the hearts of lovers
when lust is consummated
only to find
when the magic washes over
nothings changed

soaring unrealistically high
propelled by adrenaline
over bridges meant to be
sailed under
crossroads bypassed
in favor of a mid-air stall

last second parachute
cushions the end of a free fall
alighting further down stream
going nowhere
in a sinking boat

parachuting boats
as quixotic as
flying boats
and yet, unable to do
what it was meant to do


Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

these are like dream images, shamanistic power images! Very strong..

bluerose said...

Thanks Mary! It was a dream. I'm still following the advice you gave me a long time ago about honoring my dreams with a name and a poem. I think my subconscious is screaming at me ;].