Shore Thing


Wary of recklessness
In thrall to fear of risk

Unwilling to abandon
The certainty of shore

Unsure of uncertainty
One will not travel far

That is the one thing
One may be sure of

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 9, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. So very true, Ben, and well-crafted, as always. 🙂

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  2. There is comfort in trusting ourselves. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Ben.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Well written, Ben, and easily resonates…
    Wishing you a good weekend.

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  4. i think it’s good
    having something
    to be sure of 🙂


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