Anchors

In the cove, several boats are gathered
Sheltered from the harshness of the sea
Tempted by it’s call to go and join it
It coaxes them “come out and play with me” 

They sway from side to side as if to answer
Wanting to take flight upon the tide
Knowing not the dangers that await them
On decisions made in haste their futures ride 

For this reason each boat has an anchor
Making sure in safety they remain
Kept from floating off with no direction
Held securely by the anchor chain

As a child, I too faced temptations
Unaware of dangers not foreseen
Wanting to make all my own decisions
Ignorant of what my acts could mean 

I was drifting, I had no direction
Assuming I would always be OK
Dancing to the sound of my own music
Consequences falling where they may 

But like those boats I too had an anchor
A mother that I never can repay
For all the times that she reached out and held me
Assuring that I would not go astray 

She taught me that decisions are like roses
Scents and petals lovely to possess
But if not handled with discretion
Thorns will be the bane of your caress 

Life has taken me to distant harbors
But from my course I never will depart
I can navigate the troubled waters
I always have my anchor in my heart

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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7 Responses to Anchors

  1. Sue K says:

    I really love this. Thank goodness for our anchors

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  2. quiall says:

    So picturesque!

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  3. Paul Hardesty says:

    Nice metaphor, very vivid to our minds eye.

    Like

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