Friday, January 13, 2017

Rob Schackne Poems #7 - The Sky Beneath The Stars In The Rain

The Sky Beneath The Stars In The Rain


The notion of no second chance frets
the guitar, the history of Peter Pan
a treasure that goes forth to be lost.

A lessening of spirit? Perish the thought.
You and I have a few more chances left
and at any rate, actuarily speaking
you've got more riding your way than me.

So now please let us not conflate
the fiction that we like to read
with the fictions we like to make.

We will travel the seven seas.
A piece of weed, a piece of shell
a thousand sunsets will be different
and in every one a restive breeze.

Faraway the future, a million dreams.
Ships underway, the holds are full
everyone is waiting for the winds.

A song to ring your ears.
Mountain, anchor, whale
bird, water, engines.
Friend. Every heart.


3 comments:

  1. How fortunate to be posting a poem on Friday the 13th! đŸŒș

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  2. I love your punctuation Rob. ALways.

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