Poetry, My Little Ships Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

of all my little ships silver floating on the water

the ones at sunset ruby tipped

the ones merry in the sea green foam


the one I want most is the one edged in violet

edged in violet and singing to itself

I know I know God floats upon the waters withe me


and shapes my notes my notes

my flouted arrangements on the brink

of dreams my bouquets


descending and ascending the waves

regardless of who finds them

farther downstream beyond the ebb and flow


or receives them or receives them not

at the docks of gold.


mary angela douglas 3 may 2020