SAILBOAT

nephilim56

Sailboat by the lake
Upon a deserted shore
Sunlight trickles 
Through the rain clouds
My heartbeat
Echoes more.

Visions of a sweetness
Gypsy dress your flowing hair
I never meant to hurt you
I wish you were still here.

As I walk in our footsteps
Now washed away by tide
Still that lonely sailboat
My tears I try to hide.

Summer almost over
Memories fade like rain
A dream within reality
But I still feel the pain.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 16th, 2023 03:41
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  • Soman Ragavan

    My comments on the poem "Sailboat” by nephilim56
    There is a picture of solitude on the lake : “deserted shore.” There is both sunshine and rain. As the poetess can hear her heartbeat, it possibly means she is stressed. The words about the gypsy appear to hint at some separation, that the poetess regrets. “As I walk in our footsteps” : it is not clear who that other person was. Anyway, it reminds the poetess about a past walk at the place. The footprints of the past have been washed away by the tide. Footprints don’t last long, especially is there is water around. She tries to hide her tears; this if further indication of sadness about the relationship. It’s the end of summer and the start of autumn, the season that signals winding down of nature, leaves turning yellow or brown. Memories are fading away. Past experiences that were real now appear like dreams. The poem ends on a note of sadness for the poetess. Soman Ragavan. 16 September, 2023. //
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    • nephilim56

      thanking you for that great interpretation , however being a man I wrote it from the poets side but i am so grateful that you read it so perfectly and thanks for taking the time to write such words

    • Soman Ragavan

      Sorry for the confusion. As from your poem “The room” I thought you were a girl. Perhaps I noticed a girl’s insights and passionate feelings in your writings. Now I understand the words “Gypsy dress” and “flowing hair.” I had been intrigued by these words. Many years back I read an article on my astrological sign, Libra (scales). It said : “He feels with the intensity of a woman.” You can see this through many of my poems. Your poem “The room” about bedroom tax led me to write two intense poems, “Bedroom tax” and “Bedroom tax and Peeping Toms.” Best wishes. Soman Ragavan. 16 September, 2023. //
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      • nephilim56

        I am extremely grateful for your kind words yet again, I can understand the confusion, I seem to have a gift for putting myself in others situations and being able to express that emotional turmoil they are under. As always many thanks

      • Teddy.15

        Beautiful. 💖

        • nephilim56

          thank you so much,

        • Doggerel Dave

          I have some sympathy for Roman Ragavan's position.
          ln this imperfect world gender identity, age and so on is important in the understanding of the dynamic involved in any human relationship.
          Having stated this, I'm full of 'if's but's and why's so come on, let's discuss this and see where we go....

          • nephilim56

            Its simple to me I just write what comes to me, human emotion is all the same , I believe all poetry is a moment caught in time

            • Doggerel Dave

              Look, you know I like what you mostly write, so please take this in the right way.
              Human emotion is not all the same - it's expression is often quite gendered (I do not argue whether this is right or wrong),depends often on the circumstances and the subject's past.
              Poetry can be many things of which 'a moment in time' is but one.
              Now I would like you to be fair to your audience, and disclose a little of yourself....... please.

              • nephilim56

                I am male, now retired. my work largely ignored as I refused to write what was popular and stuck by my principles. some of my poetry is from my teens but I find I write with the same passion now as when I was 16. I burnt the candle at both ends enjoyed everything that was bad for me and am now paying the price. and I regret nothing. Life is to be lived

                • Doggerel Dave

                  It would be good to see that on your home page.

                  • nephilim56

                    I dont see how it would effect the poems but I will consider it and thanks again for your kind words



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