Sails
fly free,
altered by
what can’t be seen,
by the movements of
the horizon—turning
with the curves formed by shimmered
light—pursuing omens carried
on the wind by the wings of sea drift,
currents that keep changing their mind
like the clouds that decorate
the sky–tides scattering
the waves like fortunes
to be gathered
and harnessed,
blind, to
stars.
A reversed and mirrored nonet for Colleen’s #tanka Tuesday words, influence and perception.
The art is a monoprint.
K. 
“curves formed by shimmered / light”
“the wings of sea drift”
“sky–tides scattering / the waves”
All of it great, especially those lines.
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Thanks Ken. I can see you on that ship.
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A lovely reverse and mirrored nonet. Well done! 😀 xo
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Thanks Vashti!
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Oh, Kerfe… your words just take me away. “pursuing omens carried on the wind by the wings of sea drift,
currents that keep changing their mind like the clouds that decorate the sky…” The imagery in these words really grabs me! ❤
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Thanks Colleen! You’ve made me smile.
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