Thursday, June 25, 2009


I wrote this one a long time ago (the challenge: to break traditional rules of poetry, which I did by using the words heart and soul). I used it today for the Flexwriter's Challenge.

For those who don't know, Tabula Rasa is the philosophy that we are born "clean slates;" that it is our experiences that shape who we are (as opposed to being born with certain dispositions or character flaws).

Driftwood: Tabula Rasa

Be still, weary heart o’ mine,
pounding in perfect cadence; the song
swelling through oceans of memory.

Let fickle fish dream dangerously,
treading deep desires and shadowy ambitions; found
lurking down in sagacious seas.

Swaying heart, crafted long ago,
drumming in rhythmic hurricanes; the dance
shaping wayward drifting souls.

Ever-turning tides of emotion,
beating on sandy shores of human nature; even
after the soul is sunk and buried.