a craft in a bottle plies unseen winds and tides -- 'til moon beams are bottled and there are no more dreams -- a bottle at a time the sot builds his own thickening plot -- great read here Kate -- have you skippered her yet? -- peace and love be always with you my dear friend -- Jon Michael
the sea of unknown possibilities is bottled up in its own shapeless form, constantly maneuvering not to be broken on the reefs of its endless journey ...
Whatever happened to the real messages in a bottle? are we running out of fantasy, or beliefs, or we just don't think that somewhere someone will find it and touch our heart with an answer?
There is that mystique about a bottled ship, and bottled messages. Then there's that old song,"If I Could Save Time in a Bottle"...oh, and "Message in a Bottle."
Then, there's canning. I don't know if you've read David Hightower's one about pears..., where the sweet smell of sugar-water and pears lingers in a home built from such scents. And for me, there's the bottles that I'm constantly refilling, which sustain the life of the most audacious little girl ever.
Bottles of Tabasco sauce, green olives and ketchup, liquid makeup (a true blessing!) glue, laundry detergent...everything liquid and marketable, everything yummy and sealable, years of small change on a closet shelf (I saw one man who kept a fortune that way), and on and on... It really is amazing. Well, my ship sure went sailing here. Best be on my way. --Charlie
"...victories of sleep over besieged and crippled matter." luv luv luv it...not quite sure why I'm laughing...that mood again. You're goin' strong, Girl, and as George says you haven't let us down, Kreatif Kate!
...loss of wrinkles? can you get me one of those please? I love this poem that takes a bit of the wind out of me..it is truly beautiful and heart felt~
Love and Blessings,
Christine
As an "old" sailor and getting older this write appealed to me in two ways...the fact that so many releifs are now bottled to slow down the aging process but yet the bottled messages of a castaway can bring dreams of forever for sender or receivor. Enjoyed this o ne Kate...good job.
fee
Often wanted to see them hoist the sails in those bottled ships. You keep sailing along towards your goal in this month of creative writing and you haven't let us down yet, sweet princess.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Newfie hugs, Rose
another winner!
Georg
Then, there's canning. I don't know if you've read David Hightower's one about pears..., where the sweet smell of sugar-water and pears lingers in a home built from such scents. And for me, there's the bottles that I'm constantly refilling, which sustain the life of the most audacious little girl ever.
Bottles of Tabasco sauce, green olives and ketchup, liquid makeup (a true blessing!) glue, laundry detergent...everything liquid and marketable, everything yummy and sealable, years of small change on a closet shelf (I saw one man who kept a fortune that way), and on and on... It really is amazing. Well, my ship sure went sailing here. Best be on my way. --Charlie
John
Love and Blessings,
Christine
fee
Hugs,
Georgexx