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Click hereI left at dawn.
Now it's high noon.
The water's gone
save what's in the sea.
I would drink it
if I liked salt.
Salt --
by itself, salt.
Not sweet
nor bitter
nor clear like water
not right.
Boat rocks
on sea
like a top
on a table
tossing and turning
but purposeless.
I had left
boundaries
For the boundless.
Sure
but purposeless
like a top.
In search
of peace,
In search of
freedom,
like birds
in flight.
A seagull flies
not alone
but with others
reminding me
what is
true nature.
I am salt --
Not sweet
nor bitter
nor clear like water
not of the seas
but of the earth.
*Tanha: in Buddhism, the return to self.
it is porpoiseless.
Your poetry is generally very good.
I like the theme and metaphor in this one,
but you might wish to consider dropping the "a"s in this stanza
since "Boat" has no article.
"Boat rocks
on sea
like a top
on a table
tossing and turning
but purposeless."