Sailing Down The Days And Nights Poem by Norah Tunney

Sailing Down The Days And Nights

Rating: 5.0


The Catamaran is cruising high
and we are sailing
into the western sky.

We leave behind the Marina
and the fading sound
of desperate small talk.

There is nothing out here-
no internet,
no phones.

Nothing to diminish
the wide-eyed wakefulness
of being.

Nothing-
but the living suchness
and a world of possibilities.........

And here we are-
a couple of renegade poets
huck finning in a timeless place.

Sailing down the days and nights,
sailing into the vast
uncluttered space.

Sailing Down The Days And Nights
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: awe,happiness,sailing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mj Lemon 03 July 2017

Wow. This work goes on my favourites list. There is a sense here that the journey is not only liberating, but a path designed for each us to reach a destination meant to define us. The tone of calm is reassuring. This is terrific, Norah.

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Norah Tunney 03 July 2017

Thank you MJ yes you got it. What an amazing journey life is. We never know where the road will go or what lies ahead every day is an adventure. Let's enjoy every precious second.

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Edmund Strolis 24 June 2017

Sweet freedom, sweet release. goodbye to desperate small talk. Innocent again, like ole' Huck Finn. Seeing the moon for the first time, feeling that wind shifting spray. Both setting your own course and rudderless in surrender. The two are compatible. Renegade poets-I am so happy for you Norah Tunney. Good for you! ! You can feel your awe in every line. Fresh and new....happy sailing.

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Norah Tunney 03 July 2017

Just noticed my earlier response did not come up here. Yes Edmund there is something about being out on the water that is always fresh and new. It opens the senses wide and makes one feel so alive. Thanks

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Pamela Sinicrope 24 June 2017

So well written. I love the verb huck finning. That's a good one! Great imagery too. I think poets are often huck finning in timeless places. Thanks for sharing.

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Norah Tunney 25 June 2017

I agree Pamela poets are often huck finning in timeless places. We tend to pause and ponder more than most and look into the essence of things. It goes hand in hand with the poetic impulse.Thank you

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