© Andrew Wyeth. Squall 1986

I keep trying to leave
but you clutch at me and
do your best to keep me
in the deepness
of your sea.

Your heart cries out its song
in the rawness of your waves
as you trail along my shore
grasp me from behind
aware that you’re playing
my favourite tune
still, pulling on my ankles
like the strings of my heart
as I try my best to leave
yet, have such a need
to swim in you again.

so tempting you make it
for me to stay
To submit to your lure
let you have your way
but, I know I mustn’t
for you will drown me in the
very depths and needs of
that desire
and, if I sink beneath you
I may never find
the strength to swim
to shore


©  Daydreamertoo    *All rights reserved

*Water, one of my most fav topics.

Shared with Magpie Tales #144 The artwork of Andrew Wyeth. Squall 1986


To them, she was just another a pawn
lost amidst a sea of faces where
everyone lived their life
through only black and white.
They’d never see her beauty, pride
or, the fire in her eyes.

In rigid uniformity
daily they comply
too scared to bust a move in case
that planning goes awry
(it’s wrong to go against the
governmental grain)
they may find the new cell
they’ll belong to is yet another
smaller type, of prison.

But, she is quite unique
and unless she is arrested
for not wishing to become
another clone lost among
that crowd
she will never be silent
nor sorry.


© Daydreamertoo      *All rights reserved

*I’ve always applauded people who are not afraid of being ‘different’
I like my own individualism and have never tried to ‘fit’ in a box which others would like to make me fit into just to please them.
Was looking at the Chinese election of their new leader, and noticed that with only one or two exceptions, every single one of them was wearing black. Do they not know the world and its people are alive and vibrant and bursting with colour?

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Poets United Pantry #124