Flotsam and jetsam
The remainders of the shipwreck of my heart
You, the feckless captain
jumped ship long ago
Swimming away to sin on shores unknown
The sun keeps on rising and setting
A certainty we can rely on
Yet here I stay
Laying, prone, on this unforgiving reef
Of spent and squandered lust
A sea of my own making
Around me, ebbs, flows
How quickly can a broken heart take anchor?
I’d really like to know
Writing has always been the way that I am most able to express myself. Only recently did I decide to try my hand at poetry with some commitment. Poetry always felt somehow inaccessible to me, namely because so much is said with so few words. Brevity was not and is not something that comes easily (I have a tendency to waffle). I believed that the only “worthy” type of writing was prose, be that a novella or an epic.
How glad I am to have been so wrong!
Novice doesn’t even cover where I currently am as a poet. Yet with every awful, cliched poem I present I learn a lot more of what doesn’t work and a little nugget of what does. I am excited and nervous about sharing my work with the internet, wholeheartedly welcoming constructive criticism. I hope to enjoy the work of many talented poets and writers; hopefully making some friends in this wonderful art form.
Here’s to poetry, I am glad to have made your acquaintace, and hope we can become firm friends.
What’s love got to do with it?
Well, everything, actually
Nothing at all
Not to pursue riches, or vice
But to know that, in the quiet
I can breathe easy
At night, my rest will not be punctured by visions of bars
Nor will my words be muted by opposition
Freedom, to know
That a hearts simplest desires can be sought
Without fear of gaoler, or iron will