Slowly, I scan the barren wastelandFatigue, it seems, has become my partner
Endless twilight fills the portals
Mocking my thoughts of restless wonder
Ghostly sounds of monotonous creaking
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Caught upward in this icy entrapment
I think lovingly of my love left home
Relinquishing thoughts to my secluded surroundings
I listen intently for past conversations
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Tearfully realizing I'm in echoed silence
I smooth the embroidery passionately sewn
Hoping love will thaw this isolation
Fearful of a coming darkness
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
8 comments:
Hello Scott, this is really good. I can so easily picture a young man at sea longing for his loved one in the dark void. Well done, my friend. Have a nice day.
This is so lovely! Instantly, I thought of Matthew Flinders sailing away to Australia and thinking of his beloved wife at home!
I thought I was on that ship. Terrific!
Nice poem, indeed! And I love the technique you used. I will have to try it out.
Oh, very nice! Not familiar with the form but the flow and rhythm are terrific.
haunting and sad, the loneliness of his mind going back to his love and then back to the emptiness that is his surrounding, I like the repetition of "I scan the barren wasteland,", the feeling of isolation are in those words
Scott, I haven't visited for some time....shame on me. And what a jewel to come back to! There are many intriguing things about the sea and vessels, but the price of admission is isolation. Well done in describing it!
Thanks for stopping by my site.
a sailor indeed!... a lovely song of the sea...
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