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Shipwrecked
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada 
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 [an abandoned shipwreck somewhere at a lakeshore in Canada left for strollers to view] I shall begin this tale with a storyteller's flair take out my flute to play a soft seductive tune between pauses, as I recall my journey. Facing the unknown does not frighten me unchartered waters are a challenge not to ignore lure me like a siren, or filings to a magnet. I am not an old god, doomed to search the world on a quest for an elusive Seven Cities of Gold excitement runs red in my blood, vivid as a wound. I chase mountains as they loom enticing ahead sometimes they fade like mirages in summer sun so I drop anchors unfazed in strange lands. After the rains, thick stars scud the summer sky I could gaze at them forever in the moist darkness leave the world, getting off it with not a look behind. Can this be love - an insanity which is willing to risk everything for what turns out to be a colossal mental illusion - be shipwrecked at sea. @jjote 02/02/2017 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You've got it, jjote, love is insanity to the nth. I have to believe that the "shipwrecked" loves far, far outnumber those that make it into old age still in "love." Eh, doesn't seem to stop us from trying though. Time and time and time . . . again ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
It was a hard, unpredictable life on the sea, to be sure. As a metaphor, love can still be a hard, unpredictable journey. But like the hardiness of those sailors of old, we take the rolls with the calm and do our best to stay the course with our sails to full. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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