This was inspired by a piece of driftwood I saw propped up alongside a friend’s fireplace. I was struck by the natural beauty and it got me thinking about where it had originated from. The story behind it. I then linked the visual effect it had on me to the friend’s very lined face. Full of experience. The driftwood personified as someone’s life experiences.
In my quiet contemplations
I see your face,
It drifts into my mind like
Abstract driftwood
Washing up on my shoreline.
It needs a home; a calm scene.
In my hands it’s wondrous art-
Let it have a place at my
Hearth- a decorous piece to be
Admired.
The grain flows down to earth
My soul- the forgotten traces of
Experience and baggage made
Null by life’s experience.
You move me, my driftwood art,
Salvaged from the wreckage of your life.
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