Sailing to windward


Ploughing The Deep (Villanelle) - Poem by Sailing to windward

Safe now and free to plough the sweeter deep
where to do’s and not to do’s count no more
In closing eyes I plan no more to weep

A thousand times I swipe at that clean sweep
In hope to end the cluttered daily chore
Safe now and free to plough the sweeter deep.

I ruse at laughter with my fellow sheep -
A ploy to keep my weakness from their shore
In closing eyes I plan; no more to weep.

I’ll shrug the woe, I’ll climb the curving steep,
one day, to shake the need, to be therefore
Safe, safe and free to plough the sweeter deep

I’ll drink no more to fund the tears that seep -
their splash won’t wash away the love you swore,
In closing eyes I plan no more to weep

In lies I hide the you I still adore
In truth, I long to be for evermore
Safe, safe and free to plough the sweeter deep
In closing, eyes, I plan no more to weep

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  • Elena SanduElena Sandu (10/9/2011 6:20:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem, to stop the tears we can make a thousand plans but to force the heart to follow one, oh that might be really hard.May come a day for every tear to become a smile, lovely write, thank you for share,10. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 30, 2013


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