A drop’s view
Trickling down the side of the glass,
to the edge of a windows ledge.
Watching the time quietly pass,
the memories slowly I dredge.
Pull the net behind my thoughts,
avoiding the shallow puddle sides,
ships and cannons being shot,
being pulled out by the tides.
Looking through a single drop,
imagining a sailors wettened life.
Watching the oceans white tip tops,
saying goodbye to his wife.
Ports, bridges, islands, and more,
seen through the sky’s tears.
Passing by beautiful shores,
overcoming a sailor’s fears.
The ocean being so vastly true,
imagining what my mind could.
Down the side in front of my view,
past the ledges edge of wood.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Imagination is a strength of Humanity.
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This to me held a strong metaphor of how the sea in this life separates the sailor from his love as death does as well but how both are temporary until reuniting. Lovely
Interesting, never thought of that. I was just watching a drop slide down the window.
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