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.
15 comments:
No life vest on, a heart in drought etc, etc. Very touching, I'm sure... but somewhat sad?
I likes me sad ones too, Cad, but 'tis true I'm more the humorous sort!
Nicely crafted and good use of metaphor.
+followed
Beautifully penned... (on a lighter note: hate when that happens)
"drying veins" made me close my eyes and shudder a bit... Powerful imagery.
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.
So heart breaking, lonely, despairing and powerfully written
"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.
Epic of a poem ... delightful!! Immortal sin, mortal sin ~~~ all of it's sin.
May you find some restful sleep.
Well done....oh so sad.
A lovely drifting poem.
I love your "floating through the bowl of stars"
Sad but beautiful. On another note: I want to find that Dutch movie!
Too many of us hang on to flotsam junk as we cascade through life. Some great inagery here.
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