Anthony Di'anno

(Yorkshire)

Anchored


If I could hear myself,
when I find myself,

I would whisper,

'Please don't let go.'

So when I hold myself,
having found myself,

I am anchored,

riding the winds that blow.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 02, 2013

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  • Bronze Star - 5,417 Points Roseann Shawiak (2/9/2014 12:54:00 PM)

    Loved this poem, so simply stated with aplomb. Could feel your
    being anchored in the blowing winds. Great one! Thank you
    for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 411 Points Frank James Davis (4/12/2013 8:50:00 AM)

    Another insightful and artistic piece!
    Makes its point quickly, powerfully; then leaves readers the way it should- wanting more.
    Congrats, Anthony! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 85 Points Danny Draper (4/4/2013 4:12:00 AM)

    As gentle as a sigh of frustration, resignation or relief. As tethered to self as a smile or shadow or a shiver or a laugh of happiness in delight or nervous unsuredness or shyness to conceal being exposed when a heart is exposed just peeking out from under its protective rock. Self the rock the dust the minute parts of its sum that accrete or aeolian flow to cover or permeate to be an affiliate to grow or just riding the winds that blow. Great stuff. Succinct and rightly poetic. (Report) Reply

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