Baby B washed up
on shore
slightly mangled.
seaworthiness damaged,
a remnant.
She drew a crowd,
worshippers and
supporters,
was hauled away
for repairs.
Now floats again
with no mind
for those she lost at sea.
THE OCEAN, IT DOES NOTHING
Moon forces cause waves of love
to crash as soft lipped kisses
enveloping, mesmerizing the shore
Who waits patiently for the next barrage
The ocean, it does nothing.
Communication, like the orange balloon
slips into the gray silk cloud purse
Stored for days that the sun does
not arrive
Thoughts of love,
like lighted boats
floating
as flotsam and jetsam of
the universe
Tiny dots filled with life and lost.
And the ocean, it does nothing. J Allison Marlowe (c) 2010
Moon forces cause waves of love
to crash as soft lipped kisses
enveloping, mesmerizing the shore
Who waits patiently for the next barrage
The ocean, it does nothing.
Communication, like the orange balloon
slips into the gray silk cloud purse
Stored for days that the sun does
not arrive
Thoughts of love,
like lighted boats
floating
as flotsam and jetsam of
the universe
Tiny dots filled with life and lost.
And the ocean, it does nothing. J Allison Marlowe (c) 2010