I
am sailing on a sea of glass,
the
prow of the boat slicing
through waves of glass;
the
sail inhales and expands,
propelling
the boat
forward, soundlessly
The
silence of a glassy sea,
no sound to hear,
not even a bird’s cry
To
look into the glass
is
to look into the heart
and
we see all manner
of
creatures swimming
in
the glassy sea.
Tweetspeak Poetry has a poetry prompt this week on sand, sea shells, and sea glass. "Glassy sea" isn't exactly the same as "sea glass," but, I thought, there's always poetic license. Anyway, check out what others have submitted at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Photograph: Brig upon the Water by
Gustave Le Gray (1856); Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City.
1 comment:
waves of glass - usually it's the still, calm that folks refer to as "glass" but i rather like this imagery.
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