Pendragon
06-02-2008, 09:49 AM
The Bobber
The sun is floating like a buoy in the ocean of the sky,
Whitecaps of storm clouds threaten to put out the spark —
Billowing dark waves swirl around like whirlpools way up high,
Mouth opening like the jaws of a great white shark…
The maelstrom closes and mist rises from the sea of clouds,
As if the water really had splashed upon the sun—
It creeps down toward the earth in tangled ragged shrouds,
Like the binding cloths of the Pharaohs come undone…
The sun bobs out from behind the clouds bright and clear,
Peeping with one eye to see if the danger now is past.
The cloud sea makes another effort to make him disappear,
But he dodges any wave that wants to make the sun its mooring mast…
Why is it that after watching the weather move like this—
That my one desire now is to find my rod and reel for fish?
Pendragon
June 1, 2008
The sun is floating like a buoy in the ocean of the sky,
Whitecaps of storm clouds threaten to put out the spark —
Billowing dark waves swirl around like whirlpools way up high,
Mouth opening like the jaws of a great white shark…
The maelstrom closes and mist rises from the sea of clouds,
As if the water really had splashed upon the sun—
It creeps down toward the earth in tangled ragged shrouds,
Like the binding cloths of the Pharaohs come undone…
The sun bobs out from behind the clouds bright and clear,
Peeping with one eye to see if the danger now is past.
The cloud sea makes another effort to make him disappear,
But he dodges any wave that wants to make the sun its mooring mast…
Why is it that after watching the weather move like this—
That my one desire now is to find my rod and reel for fish?
Pendragon
June 1, 2008