Bottled ships

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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

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If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between the metaphoric lines. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unwritable things never whispered of. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed. But, otherwise, I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line but even the shades and innuendo between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor-made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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12 thoughts on “Bottled ships”

  4. 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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