All those tawny streams I drown in
Never took me any place I wanted
Maybe the vessels were too small
To carry away all- I needed to forget
She was a lovers dream come true
Until she lovered me and another too
And my dream became a nightmare
I couldn’t live with or without her
So I went smooth sailing each night
In a dream I could handle, sort of
Long enough until I passed out of sight
As those warm ripples soothed my heart
One day, I’ll break away, from this horizon
And her memory will leave me…forgotten
Poet of the Light © 2019
Poignant!
Really beautiful.
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I’m happy it found your appreciation my friend. Thank you.
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This made me feel like floating away on a sea of tranquil melancholy. Is that even a thing?
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I really don’t know but should I find out, I’ll use one bottle and toss you a note. 😉
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I’ll be waiting for that bottle to wash up on my shores.
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Well lacking a good sense of direction, (yes a man just admitted that in writing) don’t be surprised if its the bottle I’m sailing away in. 🙂
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Hahahaha that was funny 😂😂
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Hahahahaha that was so funny 😂😂
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I enjoyed the visual images this poem brings out. Nearly all of us have felt like bottled ships (effective metaphor) at least once.
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Yes, I think its relatable to some of us. Thank you.
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Beautiful poem. I think too often people who are most worthy of love are drawn to the wrong lovers, the ones who are forever unavailable. It seems that those lovers can’t handle being loved and can only mislead and pretend.
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Yes, I do agree with you.
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