Damned if I didn't love her
Even more than I loved
My own hands, and she hadn't
So much as exchanged
A word with me about the weather,
The sea, sailing, snoozing,
And sudden tailwind in calm.
But I've forgiven her
For her going to the bottom
After force-eight gale;
I've forgiven her
For her escaping from my life
In the best of the water rats
'Cause I'm a ghost of Sea-Dog now
To sail back and forth freestyle.
We love to equate our boats with feminine nature because they are so fickle in a wind and hard to control. In this case, you have given her a just requiem.
It's amazing how we get tenderly attached to certain things, in this case, an old boat, who doesn't say "a word, . . . the sea, sailing, snoozing, and sudden tailwind in calm. Well done.
Our culture has taught us to believe in many ideas which aren't actually real. Exposing these illusions allows us to recover the power to live our lives according to our deepest desires.
A story with original photography, digital art, and illustration, about Son of Waves, 12 Dolphins to save the planet, David The Visionary on the beach in Tel Aviv, a digital messiah, and an internet of Love. Free PDF download.
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Love ya!
Jane
poignant quality
well said
NEVER stop writing!
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Ron