He stood on his deserted isle
And gazed across an endless sea
From harrow’d eyes came a silent plea
He had been there, it seemed, for quite a while
He took out berry’d ink and quill
And pondered what he’d try to say
Regardless, words would his thoughts betray
So upon the parchment course they spill’d
That text into a bottle went
A stout, firm cork secured it there
A heave! He sent it through the air
And for some time was quite content
Then, one morning, he awoke
A bottle rested on the sand
But its authors didn’t understand
To their deafness their reply bespoke
So it went on for many a day
To find an ear the castaway tried
Occasionally, the sea replied
But with words so far away
The castaway never abandoned hope
He never ceased his toil of quill
Never an anguished heart is still
Across the sea he blindly groped
Then, one day, the sea atoned
A bottle bobbed in the shallow sea
Its contents that which set him free
For no longer was I so alone
The Mirror 
Oh – just – I see so much – I can say no more. Past or present poetry Nav? I am presuming past?
Past. In checking my notes, I wrote my earlier poems around 2005, and then did not write poetry for a year, and then wrote in 2007-2008. Perhaps one or two poems since.
I find that even with an inspiration or intriguin idea, ease poem is a fair bit of work. I almost have to sculpt them, if that makes any sense.
I did not get this in my little message place 😦
So I can safely assume if it is a poem – it is past 😉
Sculpting poems ~ Sounds ~ POETIC!
I think it is like everything else in life…the more you do it, or the less you do it?
Your poetry has this wonderful stability to it – firm and solid – like a magnificent towering statue ~ironically.
Thank, iw, for your very kind words. They are appreciated.
🙂
This gives a definite sense of ‘place.’ Not giving up is an encouraging message. Very nice work, Michael. 🙂
Thanks, LGH. It is about trying to find someone who really understands you. The sense of place is somewhat metaphoric in that it represents feeling isolated, alone, and misunderstood in this world. No one to really talk to who can understand you, despite your efforts to that end.
I’ve been there. But then, has anyone not?
no longer was I so alone
– it is one powerful line 🙂
Thank you, vb. Very kind of you.
A metaphor for all communication. I also think it applies to those creatures among us who cannot speak at all. Food for thought. A few lines and much conveyed.
Beth,
I am honoured by both your visit here and your thoughtful comments. Thank you.
“the sea atoned”
Indeed. Just the right word.
And atonement does set us free.
So very well crafted.
Thank you, HW. You honour me with your kind words and presence here. Speaking of which, I’ve delayed my commenting on your last posts until I have enough time to craft suitable replies. Cheers.
*Smile* I so appreciate the standard you hold for yourself, even to care about wording your comments just so. An honor to me as well.
*Smile* in reply.
I close my eyes, and I’m there… Powerfully written by a powerful presence 😉
Waiting,
How wonderful to have you drop by. Thank you for your kind comment, and by all means don’t be a stranger.
“Never an anguished heart is still”…
Navigator, this poem means a lot to me…
It brought back memories of my one true love, years gone…
I did send him a message in a bottle once.
So many years ago, yet at the forefront of my mind.
“Its contents that which set him free
For no longer was I so alone”…
Very symbolic…you are talented. You brought out that which I tried to forget, yet it’s sweet and nostalgic.
Kim,
You could pay me no greater compliment; your words are more precious than gold. Thank you.
I must thank you for reminding me that true love does, in fact, exist…
It does, and you are most welcome.
Absolutely love this piece … about the outcast being finally free
So glad you liked it, and thanks for your kind comments.
Blog bottles sailing across the virtual sea
Clinking away the loneliness…
Although I don’t understand your situation
It is something that is turning over in my mind.
I wanted to drop off a little gift for you
(a tiny message in a blog bottle)
http://wildersoul.wordpress.com/free-gift
It’s one that can be re-corked
and floated across blogwaves
to a new destination
new friends,
and new family
as well as tried and true.
Wishing you Great Love.
Anasera.
Anasera, You are such a sweetheart for this. Thank you.
My pleasure – you’re welcome!