They sea me without

Aa Harvey

They sea me without.

 

 

I carry a raven upon my shoulder,

A sundial on my back.

The hat I wear is made of ash;

Sunlight is what I lack.

 

 

I drag my feet behind me on sandy beaches.

The ball and chain my ankle bracelet bling.

‘If only…’ is a wish, a fantasy; it’s incomplete.

I never made it big.

 

 

There is a line of memories behind me in the sand;

It shows the places I have seen.

It is my reason;

The reason I understand;

The reason I understand why you do not understand me.

 

 

It curves around, beyond the boulders

And on through rows of palm trees.

This dream I have, I have always carried;

It has always been with me.

 

 

I leave my burdens at the door,

But desire is a flame that still burns eternal.

It lights up my face, when I see her face,

But inside I remain forever nocturnal.

 

 

I walk in foreign footsteps,

No guide or friend in tow.

I cross the sea of peace, love and empathy forever,

Alone in my sinking boat.

 

 

I carry only what I need to make it to the end of the sea.

The cannon ball attached to my feet,

Is expanding more than I would like it to be.

It grows with each passing full moon,

The only time I can be seen.

I hide behind a smile sometimes,

Before it rows away from me.

 

 

I have a conversation, with a man who sells only ale;

His face is full of redness and joy!

My face is always pale.

I take a sip of this rotgut and begin to waste away from the inside.

I sometimes hear a hearty tune and sing!

While all the time,

Inside, I die…

 

 

The noise is intoxicating;

The words they speak are so enchanting.

Sooner or later it becomes closing time

And I am left walking away from the dancing.

 

 

The maiden’s flutter their eyes,

I haven’t shaved in several weeks.

My life is worn away by the sun, my clothes torn asunder.

They flirt and kiss me on the cheek

But there is no more thunder.

They ask if I would like to join them,

On their midnight adventure.

I have no words, I promise to return,

But they never get a real answer.

 

 

They cannot readily see, the hole in my conquered soul;

Oh what a charmed life I live.

I try to laugh, so tip my hat…

 

…a pirate’s life for me.

 

 

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2018 04:33
  • Category: Short story
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  • sylviasearcher

    And is there a raven at your door?
    Great poem.

    This is very sad.
    I walk in foreign footsteps...

    It says so much. I spend my life this way.

    It has put a song in my head. Probably another I should not admit I listen to. I can hear the words but can't remember the title ... I will put in my best efforts at recall.

    • sylviasearcher

      Oh maybe it wasn't so bad... it was my alter ego... Kate

      in this proud land we grew up strong
      we were wanted all along
      I was taught to fight, taught to win
      I never thought I could fail

      no fight left or so it seems
      I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
      I've changed my face, I've changed my name
      but no one wants you when you lose

      don't give up
      'cos you have friends
      don't give up
      you're not beaten yet
      don't give up
      I know you can make it good

      though I saw it all around
      never thought I could be affected
      thought that we'd be the last to go
      it is so strange the way things turn

      drove the night toward my home
      the place that I was born, on the lakeside
      as daylight broke, I saw the earth
      the trees had burned down to the ground

      don't give up
      you still have us
      don't give up
      we don't need much of anything
      don't give up
      'cause somewhere there's a place
      where we belong

      rest your head
      you worry too much
      it's going to be alright
      when times get rough
      you can fall back on us
      don't give up
      please don't give up

      'got to walk out of here
      I can't take anymore
      going to stand on that bridge
      keep my eyes down below
      whatever may come
      and whatever may go
      that river's flowing
      that river's flowing

      moved on to another town
      tried hard to settle down
      for every job, so many men
      so many men no-one needs

      don't give up
      'cause you have friends
      don't give up
      you're not the only one
      don't give up
      no reason to be ashamed
      don't give up
      you still have us
      don't give up now
      we're proud of who you are
      don't give up
      you know it's never been easy
      don't give up
      'cause I believe there's a place
      there's a place where we belong

      • Aa Harvey

        You should never be ashamed of your musical tastes when commenting on my poetry. Everyone's musical taste is their own so it is right for them. I can see why my poem inspired you to think of this song. It is the perfect reply to say what you need to say without actually saying it. I used to reply with lyrics for this very reason, but unfortunately working 5 days a week i rarely have the time to reply as I would wish, but I thank you for the song and reminding me to add Kate Bush to my playlist.

        Peace, love and empathy.

        • sylviasearcher

          Everyone needs Kate Bush on their playlist!



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