Join me in this boat of drunkenness,
Come with me and we shall both be drunk.
Let's sway beside what we think ourselves,
Swerving as the waves swell beneath us;
Lifting us to where lonely sounds warp,
While many other things become clear.
Come upon my mind, your tongue in mine,
And utter words that rend this turmoil;
The sound of madness not to be stilled,
Our silent voices, raging waters.
The world will list to one side of us
And back to the other in one beat.
Ghosts wail in the howling of the wind;
The sweat streams from a thousand souls,
They fling their drunken bodies upon us;
We feel only their salty wetness.
All at once they crash against this boat;
Their breath will chill the flaming sea,
Then drift back again to drowsy depths,
As our oars cut through this heady wine.
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Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2022 03:44
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Ooohh, I dunno! What's all these goings-on at midnight? I gotta get to bed by oh, 6.30pm, for me beauty sleep! They say I'm ugly without it! heehee.
Or - Oh yes, I fancy a bit of that. Sounds good to me!
i can't decide. lol.
As they used to say, whatever floats the boat. The message lies beyond their lexical meanings and conventional understandings.
'classis imagery of antiquity
utilised
within modernity's concepts
empowered
to shed clarifying waters
on life's, stormy oceans..
this that profound, talent
of a Poet in love, with poesy's
cyclical capacity
to thread, that same fight
to awaken: Awareness
one Inked generation
after, another's inked
Volition...'
(so well realised
and executed, with such practised
skill
I laud your poetic ambition)
I read and learn, dear Poet
Thanks, L.B. There is joy in creating verse as well as in supping over lines with beauteous thought. Together we soar! Many thanks. CB
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