by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The sailor
understands
the power of the wind,
adjusts his sails
to capture it.
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The sailor
understands
the power of the wind,
adjusts his sails
to capture it.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
Ancient truth
Yet newly minted
Still needful
And therefore
Spirit sets sail once again
Fresh canvas, same wind
This is so nicely said. Love to you and your wife.Ethel
Thank you, Ethel, for your kind words, your friendly blessing and your poetic inspiration.
I have been meaning to ask you whether you are familiar with Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books?
Yes we are familiar Pratchett’s. Ethel
I like this Ethel. Among several reasons to appreciate it is the shape of the poem on the page or screen: it suggests a sail to me.
I wasn’t aware of the shape. Interesting. Ethel
Ethel, this gem of a poem is so succinct and powerful, and it’s a metaphor that many of us can relate to. I truly love your poetry. ❤️
It is simple. Love to you Betty.
well captured, Ethel, we indeed have to sail with the wind of the moment.
Thank you Francina. Ethel