Ocean Poetry (1/27/07)

[moonwick]

I’m glad the ocean has no memory of my wine-bottle messages,
That everything I had to say will be forgotten on the waves.
I’m glad for sharp rocks on distant shores that will break the colored glass,
And for the gulls that will cackle in merciless mockery
As they watch my undelivered words trickle into the sand.
Broken shards will remain, but precious news will be lost forever,
Scattered and washed away by the tide.

I’m glad for this lonely plank I float upon;
I can hug it all I want and it will never push me away.
It is the only thing I own in this world,
A flimsy, makeshift raft that promises to keep me alive (or something like it).
Together we sail on an endless sea of time and insignificance.
Occasionally I wave to the skies, knowing I will not be seen.

On days when the water stills, as flat as ice,
So level that you’d like to think you could walk upon it,
When lacy ocean foam clings to the edges of my drifting haven,
I vaguely recall what it felt like to stand on solid ground,
How I traipsed the land with other pretenders
Before casting myself off into the vast, amnesic blue.
Am I happier now?
It’s hard to say.
At least I wasn’t lonely then.
At least I’m not a fake tonight.

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Not bad, but I'm still seeing the lack of rhymes.

[Loki]

dont listen to luis, it was beautiful britt

[Grimm]

She's not the first person to write poems that don't rhyme, and she won't be the last. You can always write your own rhyming poetry if you want.

[A Ghost in the Wind]

I didn't say she was the first or the last.

I said I prefer poems that rhyme.

She said she would post some of the stuff that she did, that did rhyme.

End.

[moonwick]

Ok...one moment, I'll have rhymes up in a jiffy.