Rudder
Plowing through still waters,
making a ripple,
directional and pivital,
ridged and sure.
River water solid,
a soft V moving away,
pulsing with direction,
widening with distance.
Fluid shores on side,
unbalanced grass,
unstable in motion,
constituted in further.
But trust my trusty rudder,
on the land which is the sea,
perhaps the solid river,
perhaps the fulid shore-
which shall it be?
-Matthew Koutzun
1 comment:
i really like the way that your descriptions are so very real. your play with words add mystery but your meaning still emerges at the end of each statement.
very nicely done...kind of magical. i like magical.
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