The noise from the street
raw distant and alien
a soundtrack
that no longer wants my beat
its tune
changed
the window
frames what is left
through it I watch ships
sail past
like them I am sailing
a ship in a bottle
with nowhere to go
but the mantle
there the essence of me
will wait
to be brought down
from time to time
as is required
to dust
raw distant and alien
a soundtrack
that no longer wants my beat
its tune
changed
the window
frames what is left
through it I watch ships
sail past
like them I am sailing
a ship in a bottle
with nowhere to go
but the mantle
there the essence of me
will wait
to be brought down
from time to time
as is required
to dust
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I like this! Very deep. It’s early, so I’m still letting it sink in, but the sense of being stranded in time, not knowing where to go, feeling trapped, are what I see. Very nice poem!
thankyou for your comments Charles and Randall. I really liked your thoughts on my poem and there are elements of all of what you said behind this one. Thankyou again for your thoughtful considerations 🙂
I like ship metaphor. Ships are usually free, sailing around, but this one is stuck. That image creates a lot of tension. I’m still trying to figure out being taken down for dusting. It seems like that’s either a momentary hope or release, or maybe it’s something about obligation and duty. Maybe it’s both.
what a delightful and apt write.
welcome, Happy Potluck!
Well done. The metaphor is perfect … This is one that will remain in memory. Excellent work here.
Thankyou Jamie 🙂
This poem to me was a meditation on death. I visualized ashes in an urn on the mantle. I very much enjoyed reading this.
Derek that’s exactly what it was and I am glad you enjoyed it…