- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Bottle of Poetry
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Cast upon an ocean of white, I write
glass words, reflective and transparent.
There is no hiding the note I tone
caught in the current, life.
Bottled up inside my journey
reading others as they drift by.
Feeling the emptiness of my void
save a page of cursive thoughts.
Ascending and descending
like a bottle shaped all wrong.
Focused on being tossed about
on an aimless ride upon life's swells.
Engulfed in the raging silence
of the sun and stars guidance.
The winds, a steering push by friends.
Weathering blue still waters and storms.
Filling droplets of life, patiently await
submerged in fear of allowing them in
for that which uplifts my vessel,
can also sink me.
Castaway, marooned in my dreams
an ocean of endless possibilities.
Until, embracing tidal sands bury me
and this time-capsule's voyage ends.
May I not kiss jagged rocks fate
but land softly upon a paradise shore.
Where a finger's touch opens me,
a bottle of poetry.
(A special thank you to the 'one' that edited this poem for me,'nameless') (*_~)(Inspired by Eve's challenge)
- COMMENTS
wildsweetoneover 17 years agoin the archive thread and enjoyed the read.
I like the images you toss out for me,
'Cast upon an ocean of white, I write
glass words, reflective and transparent.'
such a lot to say in the first two lines.
Well done. Keep up the growth. Stretch yourself and keep your eyes open, trust me, you'll enjoy the journey.
wso
LeBrozover 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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duddle146over 17 years agoThrow a bottle on the creative Sea ~ perhaps it will return with thoughts -ideas - inspiration to write. I especially was in awe of the word play in the lines below:
Castaway, marooned in my dreams
an ocean of endless possibilities.
