Tag Archives: lonely

Poem: The Castaway

17 Nov

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

Poem: Be My Siren

5 Nov

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I stand on this sleek ship, my life
A lonely man, no crew but me
Yet who, oh who, have I to blame?
These empty sails filled with salt air
Cruel Mistress Wave instead of wife
No First Mate to share my strife
Such firm rudder, that takes me where?
My old brass sextant has gone lame
The compass points all look the same
As I cut across this morbid sea
My holds, of meaning, are so empty
Oh be! Oh be! My siren fair
Haunt my soul with such sweet song
Entice me to your watery lair
Do not this pointless course prolong
Lest I of pointless course despair
For my heart’s watery death, your beauty does conspire
My course so unwise does your orchestral song inspire
Thus bring me to where I do so belong
Wrecked upon the rocks of my desire
As I descend the abyss for final rest too long
Let my last vision be of you, as I and ship expire

Poem: A Leaf Falls Prematurely

27 Oct
My Backyard in Fall

My Backyard in Fall

I watch your pretty colours turn’d
As I fear’d, they’re premature
I hang in a future stark and clear
And your palate I endure

For in the gentle, rustling green
Of leaves against the wood
I sense you slight stem’s tenuous grip
Not holding as it should

So long we’ve sat here, side by side
Swaying in the breeze
What awaits as your stems separates
I cannot embrace with ease

I watch you now, past breakaway
In your slow and graceful fall
Though long have I foreseen this end
I could not this end forestall

Would that it were different, though
Our fall together won
We’d turn with one another
And descend in unison

Our final journey; we’d confide
In soft flight, devoid of sound
We’d descend in silence, side by side
Then together upon the ground

Yet I watch you arc, obliviously
I pain, and do not know
Whether you’ll fall straight beneath me
Or away, should some wind blow

Your slow decent continues
My heart, I fear it grieves
For I rest here, one of many
Alone amongst the leaves.