For my fellow story teller and daisy lover, Maria
May 17th
A flotilla sits anchored at sea,
A chain-link of unfurled white finger sails.
Bobbing gently on a brine of wax green,
Golden pillowed life rafts with pearlesque rails.
They demand only deserved attention,
Serene these vessels with cargoes of hope.
Beauty in simplicity, do not shun,
The iridescence that keeps them afloat.
Circadian stars with no need of night,
Dazzling armada, sisters and brothers.
Amongst the mundane green they shine so bright,
Daring in rising above all others.
Jealousy calling, Captains hear it now,
Soaring forbidden, blade brings final bow.
Please do leave me your thoughts and comments, in praise or constructive criticism, I appreciate them all and will reply.
Graham Parker's Poetry 