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Poem 'Adrift' in Writer's Ezine got chosen for their Exceptional poem award.
Happiness is ....getting a prize when you never thought of even entering a contest..Getting published itself was happiness.The second email containing a certificate was a surprise to say the least.Writer's Ezine deserves a lot of good words for 'making heard', new voices and new thoughts...And of course to think of compiling the collections every few months into a print version.
Adrift
I sailed, I sailed
Like a little boat adrift
Sailing away from streets, cities, homes;
Far from the fake love of mortals
The waters were taught by the master
To carry with true love and placid joy
I sailed, I sailed
On his wondrous sea
To the silent shore;
I sang, with all my heart, I sang
I breathed enough air on this wondrous sea,
Till the green shores appeared,
With its peacock colored hills
And white jagged rocks;
I felt the people giving a funeral behind
Superfluous, for I was proud to die,
To untie the strings of my soul
And to drift, adrift!
In the little boat to sail!
Poem 'Adrift' in Writer's Ezine got chosen for their Exceptional poem award.
Happiness is ....getting a prize when you never thought of even entering a contest..Getting published itself was happiness.The second email containing a certificate was a surprise to say the least.Writer's Ezine deserves a lot of good words for 'making heard', new voices and new thoughts...And of course to think of compiling the collections every few months into a print version.
Adrift
I sailed, I sailed
Like a little boat adrift
Sailing away from streets, cities, homes;
Far from the fake love of mortals
The waters were taught by the master
To carry with true love and placid joy
I sailed, I sailed
On his wondrous sea
To the silent shore;
I sang, with all my heart, I sang
I breathed enough air on this wondrous sea,
Till the green shores appeared,
With its peacock colored hills
And white jagged rocks;
I felt the people giving a funeral behind
Superfluous, for I was proud to die,
To untie the strings of my soul
And to drift, adrift!
In the little boat to sail!
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