I’ll follow yon’ stream down south to the shore,
just go, with the flow, to the sea.
I’ll take myself off to hide my heart’s hurt;
become someone else ‘stead of me.
I’ll dream and deny the pain I can’t cry,
soothe soul, in my boat, by the bay.
I’ll take the high tide, lift anchor and glide,
steal stillness and stow it away.
Rub salt in my wounds and watch them all heal,
(old Sea-Dog had taught me that ruse.)
Make coastline my home, inland will not roam,
will take up again with my Muse!
And when the dawn breaks, comes casting its spell,
a new man you’ll find on the beach:
of seafaring bent, a jack-tar content,
with heart that bad love cannot reach!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 4th, 2020 11:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Heave to and show a leg, read me poem and feel me freedom!
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
Ah - loud applause for the exquisite rhythm in this engaging sea story of heart's hurt being soothed - - - first class writing Kevin and this one goes into my faves post haste.
Many thanks, Fay. I appreciate your feedback.
The sea can soothe so many hurts in life and your words do this justice.
Andy
Tahank you, Andy
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