on the drift, unrudder
since lilac scented at
fisherman's wharf
in a pinch of snuff
the bouys no longer
ring warnings, love
before boats break
against the rocks
rain pierces waves
at the unrudder drift
drift, unrudder drift
13 responses to “drift, unrudder drift”
I wouldn’t trust the bouys anyway.
They can be naughty things.
Like modern day Sirens!
Bad Buoys Bad Buoys
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when
They come for you…oh my lord… no you didn’t go there… wait… yes, yes you did. 🤣
I’m afraid I did. Sorry about the mess.
I feel a tune coming on!
🤣
Hello–I nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award. Details are in my latest post. 💖
https://rave-and-roll.com/2026/04/12/sunshine-blogger-award-2026/Thank you! I generally don’t participate “by the rules” and I respond in the comments instead of emulating, so I hope that doesn’t bother you.
I appreciate the nomination. 💕
It bothers me not in the least. I’m a “color outside the lines” kind of gal, myself. 🙂
💕 the best kind
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