A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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The sailboat silhouette

Against the sunset.

Seen from a silent shore.



The burnt orange sun

At the horizon paling

Fuschia, then ash

Put out in the distant sea.


Till the stars come out.

And I watch, longingly,

For the North Star…

Silent Pool to Stormy Pools

I wait, in anticipation…

Knowing the wind shall pick up

And the voyage shall go on. 

Can’t not. 🙂

23 July, 2017

#online #mobilepost 🙂


Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

One thought on “Pools

  1. Hope springs eternal — it can’t not
    No matter what Life’s troubles have wrought
    Those sails will unfurl
    The windws will whirl
    Another poem which wins top slot!


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