the restless breeze (blowing by)

never
an ocean
but
I sail
on stormy seas

waves –
I’m not sure

waves –
no matter
when waters surge

and the kissing
of salt
is the taste
of a bitter breeze

the slapping
of white . . .

a sharp wake-you-up
more alarming
than
siren call

I whistle the breeze

ohhh

a moan
from the gale
replies

and so
the wind cries
a tear squeezed
out
from my eye

and so
the wind howls
a scream
at the scudding clouds

and so
I grow small
while storms rage
inside
my mind

and yet . . .

let it go

the whisper
of calmer times

yes

let it go

wait
but awhile
and there will be
calmer times

calmer seas

renewed skies

wait
let it go

it is only
a restless breeze

blowing by

blowing by

~

4 thoughts on “the restless breeze (blowing by)

  1. You will be tired of hearing this “Love it.” I love it because it spoke to me personally; the analogy of the sea and its mood swings worked its magic. I too think it is wonderful Well done Frank

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