I will live my life on the windward side
and leave the lee's to others.
I'll vex the storm with my
defiance,
inhale the splendid wind.
Allow my
lungs to inflate
and billow deep
inside.
No margin boundaries can restrain
the determined mind.
‘Tis
uninteresting
‘tis
dull,
when canvas slacks
in listless pause
between the
voyages of our dreams.
Lightenings clap and thunder
in the distance plays.
Within these brooding sky’s
burnished snaps of light
display a life that’s
born anew.
Bonded to
the rudders wheel,
scuppers drain the decks,
a storm will never scuttle
eternal
vigilance...
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Spare, elegant lines characterize this excellent poem. Regards, Sandra