I love to write poetry using forms. This poem is a mask poem, where the poet takes on the persona (wears the mask) of an inanimate object or animal. Enjoy!
Moored
By B.J. Lee
Do not keep me
tied at this mooring.
My rope strains
while green water whispers
against my hull.
Let’s be off to the deep places
where I can feel
the wind at my back,
the sun on my white face,
and I’ll give you
the ride of your life.