Open Poetry #34 |
It - one I felt was me - repost from just before cut-off |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
It’s been a long night I’ve danced with genies On galleons of blue crested salt Blood dripping onto ropes To send a sacrifice to the seas And tender hands Will old salts become I’ve filled myself with rum On an off-watch To dream of odds And songs, stories, voices To a life Of men I turn my back on And trust With thoughts and dreams Yet I am still unfulfilled In my hammock Swaying in the words and wisdom Of old salts And watch As the watch on a dog watch I see a start of red My mouth I always dread And now my life Kisses what I fear Tied for my thoughts The world is my orb As I wish it to be Kissing the world With movement Of dreams Of a day When dawn Calls me Away from tiredness Then what of my dreams My day has dawned My spirit soars To fly Where no man Can fly To see this day |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
wonderful thought process here...i enjoyed the images you conveyed thanks for sharing this with us ! |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
deep yet i understand thanks always glad to stop by and learn a little knowledge |
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