Icebergs Poem by Phil Soar

Icebergs



Looking out across Prince William Sound
As ghostly Icebergs float on by in majesty
Their colour matching nothing but the icy sea
The deep blue and the pure white mixing magically

Sailing through the debris of the glacial pack
Wondering how long the trip will hold my gaze
I trip as if on stolen drugs and LSD
These sights, if not a dream, a soulful haze

Monday, March 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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