Northern Haven

Just one of my dozens of poems based on my obsession for the almighty iceberg.

Riding on Mother Nature's humour

I look to the North

I see my Haven

Oh how can a cold block of blue ice

Take me into such rapture

The feeling of loneliness

Strikes me as feverish

As the Halloween Moon

Within the dying woods

Amidst the purple skies

Dare to say to me

Loneliness is bad

For if it were that

There would be no hope

That leads us to peace

Drifting onto the bank

I walk off my temporary dwelling

The blueish/gray clouds signal

My time to recollect

Nestling onto the ice

The cold is not so bad

I welcome this moment

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Love the vivid imagery, the colors and feel of this are beautiful! Such a soft, peaceful write, drifting as it were on the sea... Wonderful!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Very interesting form and topic. I enjoyed reading this. My compliments to the author.