Viola Grey

(Feb '73 / NZ)

Afloat


There's a crashing in my ears,
having conversations with my soul,
asking unanswerable questions
of a weary resolve.
Floating....Drifting....
On an ocean of uncertainty
the tide beats like a drum
of every broken heartbeat.
Washing...Cleansing...
I drift towards an amber horizon,
wonder whether a flat world
would greet my curious feet.
Fading...Receding...
Out, then in amidst the waves,
still frothing their teeth
before biting the sand.
There...you stand...
waving...
calling me back to shore,
open arms gesture,
begging for my heart.
Through azure shaded glasses
I watch...I wonder...
do I float...
or fall...
back into love.

7/8/08

Submitted: Saturday, August 09, 2008

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Afloat by Viola Grey )

Enter the verification code :

  • Manonton Dalan (3/20/2010 2:54:00 AM)

    let thy feet touch
    the mighty ground
    feel it, still warm
    drape yourself
    with too much love
    fly no more, pretty dove

    thanks.md (Report) Reply

  • Yelena M. (7/16/2009 2:16:00 PM)

    drifting towards an amber horizon in dreams..and beyond dreams..a beautiful piece..thanks for sharing, Viola.
    Best wishes.
    A. (Report) Reply

  • *Trusting You* (11/24/2008 12:04:00 AM)

    I watch...I wonder...
    do I float...
    or fall...
    back into love.
    you just did it you just described what I was feeling after him... I love it. you are really good no wonder 'Saint' likes you..lol. I am going to add it to my favs. good job
    Crystal (Report) Reply

  • Palas Kumar Ray (11/9/2008 4:25:00 AM)

    __________________________________________________________________
    Nice depiction of an afloat. Vivid imagery of your thoughts carries our mind away.
    __________________________________________________________________ (Report) Reply

  • Thad Wilk (8/17/2008 8:00:00 PM)

    For 'unanswerable questions' ask the heart, thats where i think - i would start! ! *10*
    An eloquent read, indeed!
    Best wishes,
    Friend Thad (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (8/12/2008 3:33:00 AM)

    a lot of floating and drifting amidst emotional waves help wash clean the mind free of despair and grief...the subdued emotions find firm sandy bed once again to spot heart's sunny smile on the wait....lines of grief and of relief beautifully packed inside the write...10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Taylor Butts (8/10/2008 8:28:00 PM)

    oh man. nice poem. you really cought what it feels like to be stuck in uncertainty in this poem. very very lovely read. (Report) Reply

  • Kris Smith (8/10/2008 2:27:00 AM)

    There is no other option for a romantic but to fall back in love, a beautiful write love poetry at its best thanks for the nice morning start Chris x (Report) Reply

  • C T Heart (8/9/2008 11:14:00 PM)

    great piece as always Viola! ! ! Love floats you through the air........... (Report) Reply

Read all 13 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Mutually, unwillingly lets go to bed, binod bastola
  2. The Sacrifice, Richard Flappa
  3. The Art Of Living ll, Morgan Michaels
  4. Eid Mubarak!, gajanan mishra
  5. life within, binod bastola
  6. Taking Her Down South, Richard Flappa
  7. 'My Sis...', M.p kumawat
  8. The Art Of Living, Morgan Michaels
  9. Happy-happy Eid to You All, Aftab Alam
  10. Ignorance, Alex Adeoye

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]