A homing beacon propagates from ashore.
It pings my antennae calling me true north,
I am reeled in by the tensile strength of destiny,
Relegating the salty blue to the deep abyss.
Swallowed by the mouth of the estuary,
I now find myself in the crispness of fresh water
Travelling the twisting meanders upstream.
The raging gush of the river wash my hurdle.
However, like a moth to a flame I persevere.
My appendices a blur, as they oscillate in thrust,
Generating lift to traverse the steep waterfalls.
Up, Up and Away! The promise land beckons.
A fish out of water I've become.
Behold my evolution!
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THE IMPROMPTU MANIFEST.
Poetry" SPARK!" Poems Of Utter Spontaneity. The Raw and Unfiltered Emotion Of Living Life Without Cuffs and With Your Heart On Your Sleeve. The Pushing Of Intuition Into The Everyday World. Let It Flow. Let It Flow. And Let Words Spark Life To LIFE.
