The oars are stuck
and so the boat
in this exotic high land
far away from the shore.
But no, no problem!
I’ll see to it, fix it
and go on with
rowing, rowing, rowing
to places unknown
from where I was
or where I am. There, too,
I’ll be off the shore
though far and beyond
I can see, I can see
many a river
and many a sea.
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Wonderful poem. And thank you for keeping Misty Mountain Review up and running for all these years! – Mike Owens
Put some grease on stucked oar Haris sir. you may continue to row. or stucked by intention attracted by the view.
Highland is always peaceful. if you row in the tarn with a nymph. there you will find a river to flow or the ocean to swim. keep it up haris sir.
Thank you for your passion to poetry
Hem