Flags

[bogpan]

Leave these ships with the big
white sails that hardly are wobbling.
Leave this cry of the gulls full of
alarming ( not a fan of the alarming)
longing – let the lungs swallow the wind
coming.
Leave the eyes, let them travel beyond
the horizons –
falling leaves.
And find that angle of the time – of
love
“Here and there does not
matter”*
and that grief which hollows out the air
becomes the jump,
becomes wing beat,
the water deep in the tank,
the entire while of moving unmovable.
Flags!


it was quite vague in it's actual relation to the topic of flags. I didn't see this as a poem based on flags but more based on the sea. either way the writing had some highlights like the moving the unmovable line. I like to use techniques like that myself sometimes. thanks for the read.

And I thank you for reading. In an almost hermetic poem is difficult to see the hidden references. Yet the sea all ships have their flags. Just needed stronger glasses.