Never a direct course
so not unlike a sail
we turn up
the wind shifts
and then we must fall off
but always arrive
an evening shore
a sky open like arms
and unlike a sail
it’s such joy
to be
becalmed
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
Life can sometimes make us feel like a ship drifting in the ocean! Well written
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Hi darl, I nominated you for the Starlight Blog Award, cause of you super awesome poetry of course. Check it out here https://alibannadawn.wordpress.com/2015/08/09/the-starlight-blogger-award-whoop-whoop/
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thanks!
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“to be becalmed” – how really love this line in a great poem. And so true it is “Never a direct course” but somehow the course may lead us to that place where we become becalmed. 🙂
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Thank you!
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