Seaward Poem by anais vionet
Seaward
It's hard to feel like
your growing up when you're moored
- sheltering at home.
I am patiently
waiting to take the helm of my
life's navigation.
My life, so far, is
prelude - I long to cast off
and exit the slip.
Very well expressed piece Indeed we all long to cast off our moorings when we are young but its nice to think the harbour is still there waiting if we need to shelter.
I felt ripple, as if a stone is thrown in a calm still pond water. Nice poem....anais 10*** M. Asim
Beautiful poem. Bravo. Ummm...dont be too impatient. To every season a turn a turn. Enjoy your lonely moments. One day you will wish you had more time to yourself. So moor that ship poor lass times will change soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/17/2024 5:06:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'I am patiently waiting to take the helm of my life's navigation.' - How far is that away?