- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Nothing on the Sea
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There was nothing on the sea but me,
surmounted on my raft.
My soul fed sheets of golden sun,
My Life devoid of tasks.
It was long ago that I
surrendered, with my name,
memories of Mortal blight,
acknowledgement of pain.
For on this aimless Journey,
no identity exists,
The body is suffused with warmth,
the Eye of Heaven's gift.
There is no one to report to,
no Time and Space to bide,
no keeping up appearances,
no justifying pride.
Eventually senility may take a hold my mind,
But I no longer have to hear
The judgement of My Kind.
- COMMENTS
MzFlyover 10 years agoI love the depth of feeling in this poem. Your words convey a sense of both loss and acceptance, maybe even a certain satisfaction with what is. I like it, thanks for sharing.
Oldbear63over 10 years agoI liked it - the structure and flow and I enjoyed reading it. Working on the application.
