Driftwood

By scribble_scribe



I am driftwood.
I follow Northumberland's current.
Bobbing.
Sinking.
Resurfacing.
I am blown about by the wind.
My smooth porous surface is sandy brown.
I am a whale.
No, I am a wave.
I am many things.
I am driftwood
floating aimless across the Straight.
I rest for a moment,
a day,
perhaps even years
on the red sand of Skinner's Pond.
Here, molded by time and circumstance
I wait for the wind to blow,
the tide to rise,
and my journey to begin anew.

Carolyn Chaisson

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Copyright 2005 scribble_scribe
Published on Tuesday, February 1, 2005.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: I agree with crimson....very peaceful very nice

  • The Crimson Queen On Tuesday, February 1, 2005, The Crimson Queen (917)By person wrote:

    leaves me with a feeling of calm....beautiful write...~AoD

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