The Power of Poetry

Where Will We Wander, I Wonder?

• Aqua marine scene.
  Smiling bottom lip strip.
  Capillary print sits
  Like an outstretched fingertip
  On that baby navy blue view
  That reminds me of me and you.
  Pristine clean
  Like love at fifteen.
  The azure
  Velour
  Hareem
  Which sits between that glass
  And the crept-coral hue
  Is full of pink-petal promises
  From the bandstand on the boardwalk
  To the long-lost and overdue.
  Walk on.
  Discover where the dust settles
  Beneath the pines
  And the road turns to track
  Just beyond the railway lines.
  Where will this one take us --
  In the bold light of today
  Where will we belong?
  Slip through the citrus orchard
  Sat at the porch of dawn
  And make acquaintance
  With the pantomime of possibility.
  Walk on.
  You are the seeker.
  Watch now
  As we pass
  A reflection of the things we used to know,
  Washed and
  Reminded of the things that we owe
  To outside.
  To narrow.
  To wide.
  And the beauty of the coin toss to decide.
• No more whispers between the moonbeam And that midnight green.
• Your fingertips touch the breeze.
• Today it will all be different.
• By Ollie Feather