I Stand To Be Corrected Poem by Dee Daffodil
I Stand To Be Corrected
As I stand here
With feet in sculpted sand
I look out to sea
For guidance perhaps...
Perhaps for hope...
Perhaps for a sign...
Who really knows
Waves toss seaweed
Like a limp rag doll
And the ocean...
Churns the depths below
I offer up my soul
But alas...
It returns to me
Along with the flotsam
Apparently...
It is not perfection
It is not...
Of virginal purity...
And so...
Here I stand...
Waiting to be corrected
Please...
Let the frigid wind
That blows the gale fierce
Blow through these bones...
And tear away my pain
Let it cast away my torment
Let it whip through my very being
And remove that which is evil
From my soul...
But alas...
I fear...
That when the storm dies
And all is calm again
All that shall remain of me...
Is a pile of salt bleached bones!
Dee Daffodil (HW) 22 September,2008
Hi Dee. Having just spent two days at the sea side I know how watching the waves can bring these thoughts to the fore, but also how it can bring the inner peace whilst watching the waves come and go. A very good read thanks. Regards Dave T
That was beautiful and if only all Mondays started like thsi Top marks lovely lady Chris
Dee...I will not correct you... for I have enjoyed your beautiful sea swept poetic depictions here against a backdropp of human doubts and insecurities.. you are lovely you know... aroha..
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Hi Dee. Having just spent two days at the sea side I know how watching the waves can bring these thoughts to the fore, but also how it can bring the inner peace whilst watching the waves come and go. A very good read thanks. Regards Dave T