Since August is quite the sweltering month in Florida, I’ve been finding myself day-dreaming about our sailing days on the Parker River in Newbury, MA, many years ago now, but still fresh in my mind - the cool ocean breezes full in my face.
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.
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.
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