the sea chases a sailor
from one port to the next,
licking at the well-worn tread
of his cracked leather boots,
soaks the cuffs of tattered breaches,
pulls at thread-bare long-coat sleeves
maybe the ocean reminds him of you,
and how even the deepest bottles
of rum must eventually come to an end,
licking dry lips to find the
last vestiges of salt
or the taste of you
still on his tongue,
wild and carefree, an unbroken thing
like this heart that still beats
within his chest,
undeterred by the passage of time
maybe this is a waiting game
that you both know well,
waiting for your voice to ring out
over the swells to warn this weary sailor
of the rocks just up ahead
(besides, a ship is just a ship
a sailor is just a man wed to the open ocean
a lighthouse is just another lonely port)
a welcome and a warning
that drives the two of you further away,
asking himself if it’s worth it
to crash upon the jagged edges
of your cliffs again
and already knowing the answer,
as he stops and turns
to meet the waves
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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I think that you captured the life of a sailor perfectly, and the fisherman trapping crab,
'licking at the well-worn tread
of his cracked leather boots,
soaks the cuffs of tattered breaches,
pulls at thread-bare long-coat sleeves
maybe the ocean reminds him of you,
and how even the deepest bottles
of rum must eventually come to an end,
licking dry lips to find the
last vestiges of salt
or the taste of you
still on his tongue,'..
(glad to see, your 'Sea Captain'
muse
of love and past relationships
shadows
is till very much, poetically
Alive
and breathing fire on inked
poetic
artworks, delivered via sincerity's
words...)
loved the nuanced eroticism you weaved into your lines
so deceptively, skilfully
such a vivid reading experience
as-ever, dear gifted Poet
thank you!
'may you ever remain
beautifully enigmatic
like your intensely, seductive
poetry!'
Reminds me of a poem my son wrote for me a few years ago, “The Castaway”. I’ll rummage through my journal and post it, sooner or later.
That sea captain has had a huge influence on your poetry. Especially metaphorically. This one can be hopeful yet bittersweet. Once again you show great talent when it comes to love poems. Always a great treat to read your work!
I’ll keep an eye out for your sons poem! Always enjoy my work lending to memories and/or similarities of others.
Was feeling melancholy with this one. Like it would be easy to fall in love with my sea captain again. But I’m not that much into self sabotage anymore.
Always good to hear from you, my friend!
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