I’m here, a bit late but now I’ve come :) with another poem
including navel info depicting my other life as a Sea Captain.
FOGHORN
It’s
The foghorn again
Blowing and blowing
Cutting
the distances and space
Reaches
to my soul and stirs
***
***
I’m
not awake
And
I’m sure not sleeping
I’m
shut in what should had been my precious Blue Castle
Covering
my ears and crying
Overwhelmed
On the
cold fogbound coast
Asking,
pleading to be rescued
***
***
Should
it be someone from the outside world?
Or is
it me Captain Hornblower?
A
sign from within?
Should
I be myself saving?
From
my own paralyzing seclusion?
My
own ending?
Beautiful imagery. Made me feel like I was right there.
ReplyDeletebest thing ever been said about my poems so far, thank you sincerely :)
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