August 18, 2013

Lost Limpet


Stood on the enticing bow
overboard but don't know how

A cooling comfort, tingled skin
aqua waves, immortal sin

Hanging on to flotsam junk
my vain pretences now all sunk

No life vest on, a heart in drought
whose lighthouse beam has just gone out

Still falling, ever falling deep,
chasing that elusive sleep

Saturation, breathing pains
saline reminders, drying veins

Crystal clear comes to my aid,
helps me fuel this this lone cascade 

Floating through a bowl of stars,
night time reflection leaving scars

Midnight ocean, sink me far
however lonesome or bizarre

Just let me wake among the sands,
where Neptune ruled the bedded land.

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15 comments:

Cad said...

No life vest on, a heart in drought etc, etc. Very touching, I'm sure... but somewhat sad?

Helena said...

I likes me sad ones too, Cad, but 'tis true I'm more the humorous sort!

Elliot MacLeod-Michael said...

Nicely crafted and good use of metaphor.
+followed

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautifully penned... (on a lighter note: hate when that happens)

Magaly Guerrero said...

"drying veins" made me close my eyes and shudder a bit... Powerful imagery.

Aiza said...

No life vest on, a heart in drought
whose lighthouse beam has just gone out.

Hopeless, but turned out hopeful in the end. I love the way the words bounced in my head. Lovely.

Anonymous said...

So heart breaking, lonely, despairing and powerfully written

NataĊĦek said...

"Floating through a bowl of stars,
night time reflection leaving scars" - i loved this image the most.. i like how it flows and how it ends.

Helen said...

Epic of a poem ... delightful!! Immortal sin, mortal sin ~~~ all of it's sin.

Unknown said...

May you find some restful sleep.

Kathe W. said...

Well done....oh so sad.

Mrs.Trellis said...

A lovely drifting poem.

Lucy Westenra said...

I love your "floating through the bowl of stars"

Lolamouse said...

Sad but beautiful. On another note: I want to find that Dutch movie!

Little Nell said...

Too many of us hang on to flotsam junk as we cascade through life. Some great inagery here.