Paper Boat Of Dreams

Down rain filled gutters

into little streams

I skipped beside

my paper boat

following my dreams

I freed it by the river

under the willow tree

my little boat a quiver

swirled off to the sea

A sea of emotion

was soon to ebb and flow

if it ever made the ocean

I would never know

Twirling through rainwater

rushing down streams

I'm trying hard to stay afloat

on my paper boat

of dreams

 ©Rose

A Windy Day (Southend-on-Sea)

Masts 

protrude

erect and naked

from berthed hulls

Flagrantly probing

the cloudy skies

Penetrating the cries

 of squabbling seagulls

 their pink feet

dangling

they wobble in

the wind

above the

flaccid sea 

©Rose