Driftwood
Once you were green and full of life
Now just a smooth impression
They could not smash you when in strife
And you’ve become a fashion
Did you find your island or did you drown
Have you found your resting place
Do you drift along bobbing up and down
In this shallow lapping race
Have you found a niche where you can hide
From the clutching elements
Will you merge again with the morning tide
To become an ornament
When your travels stop you’ll be full of charm
You’ll be ready to retire
Then I’ll rescue you and use your warmth
To light my evening fire
AmandaWitt
This is the same sort of style as my ‘questioning’style poems – where the same question is the first line for three verses, then I introduce another question to open the next three verses, etc.
I love the last line about the fire – so true for a poor, lonely piece of driftwood!
mawaho
Thanks a lot Amanda. Writing is a lot of fun and we can create characters out of ordinary things, or perhaps the other way around?
Lelia Thomas
Nice poem! And rather cool, that it works somewhat as a reply to my own (from the driftwood’s perspective)!
mawaho replied
Your poem does match mine, Lelia. Great minds, etc…................!!!!