Lost on a sailboat going nowhere but towards a dream
I glide deeper in blue waters looking for the endless seam
night has fallen softly all around me, I can only gleam
here in my sailboat, standing spar to spar a pulpit realm
Finding only calm I mesh as one with the dolphins in the sea
the wind blows softly in my ear whistling past the bow now free
the calendar of time fades as dull as grandad's silver cutlery
I breathe deep, deeper then mermaids, there are three ***
Entering forbidden lands, my fantasy is real and real is not , I could
for I'm warrior of old navigating, counting knots on a piece of wood
ancient trees wave from a distance standing where they always stood
while my unflappable sails align to the sky, 15 knots no more all good
Finding solace in a cup of Joe sitting on a berth at the edge of night
the stars are pantomiming with the flicker of their equestrian light
she sits beside me reading my tea cup in her flimsy gown of white
the ghost of my Fedora, together we are lost it a nautical twilight.
This kinda reminds me of some Edgar Allan Poe poems. A lost love with beautiful imagery, but a kind of darkness or ghost underlying the whole poem. Also, I KNOW I need to be paying attention to the fourth line since it breaks the rhyme scheme and should signal the reader something important, but I can't quite get it. The pulpit makes me think the speaker is about to lament into the empty night and ocean about Fedora, but I'm not sure that's the point of this poem. I think it's more about the speaker being lost rather than sad. Trying to find solace in the ordinary (a cup of Joe) and trying to move on (entering forbidden lands).
Whimsically brisk, and briskly whimsical, you can coin a
phrase with the best. I could be years in trying to unravel
the mysteries in your last two lines.
A bit of sea dreaming with a bit of everything else. Smooth sailing on an otherwise boring circumstance. The great escape that everyone wishes for as they close their eyes for a moment.
An excellent title Vienna. The body of the poem reads like an open vision, and the imagery supports the spirit of the piece very well. You've grown so much as a poet. It's a joy to see. Enjoyed this. Kind regards.... rlc
As an old sailor and lover of all things nautical this one truly struck a chord of understanding in me. I have sailed along the coast of Nova Scotia on the Atlantic Ocean at night where the only sound was the bow slicing the waves and the wind in the rigging...changes a soul.
Fee
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phrase with the best. I could be years in trying to unravel
the mysteries in your last two lines.
Ron
Fee
quality that is totally captivating...
Love,
Diana...