Calling me home, a poem



I hear the echo
of the winds
calling me home
as the sun falls
in silent homage
to the day
and sails rustle
in glad obeisance
while waters lap
their thoughtful cadence.
The boat leans
and we lean
as we try
to memorize
the feeling
of being adrift
yet, no longer at sea.

© Sumyanna 2018


11 Comments Add yours

  1. Very clever word usage at the end, Sumyanna.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much Rose Elaine!

      Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you! There is something about being on a boat that seems so soothing.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Wish I knew that feeling, maybe one day


        1. Sumyanna says:

          I have not been on many, but it has been enjoyable. I hope you finally do get that chance.

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