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A swirling sea rages,
within my weary heart,
a sadness and a longing,
ripping me apart.I long to stop the stormy seas,
that roars within my ears,
the warm salt water gushes,
and lines my face with tears.My pen is able,
calm the sea within,
keep my soul, my ship stable,
with words upon the page.And as the ink flows from my pen
A lighthouse do I see
And my words come from within,
My ship is docked at safe port.But alas!
For all good things must come to its end.I sever my moors and bearings,
Cast out into the sea,
to meet the raging storm,
that rages inside me.And as the captain on the ship,
Sees the heavy sky,
My pen, I lay down, and do not dip.
I leave my safe harbor,Knowing I must brave the raging sea,
until the thirst of the writer, is quenched in me.@Cloudy I really like the intent/picture of the poem. The only thing I would suggest is either make it more obviously a rhyming poem or more obviously free verse, because I was a little confused by the alternating patterns.
Otherwise, I really like it. 🙂I have problems with flipping things in the middle. At first, it was my sign hand (which one should be dominant), then I had a little trouble with figuring out my narration, and now it’s my prose. I guess these things come and go with me. But back to the topic, you’re absolutely right, I need to figure that out. @kate-flournoy
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