THE LONE SEAMAN

By YaseminB

Mon, 13 Nov 2017
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THE LONE SEAMAN

Bivalves echo the sound of
His longing for a solitary existence.
Peripheral of a dark storm
Of a crowd.
He looks down.
The seaman. The man of the sea.
This is no man's land.
An outsider, he is.
Living on the margins
Of the big vast void.

Oh the sea. The sea. He yearns for.
The vast cerulean sea.
How did he get here?
He has no memory. He catches a glimpse
Of his loneliness in the reflected glass.
Dark shadows loiter in the corners.
He is thin yet his longing is magnanimous.
The sea. The sea he will return to  again.
One day. The sea urchins await.
His boat at the bottom of the sea.
Gathering moth, moth. Moth.

Certificate U
Story
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by YaseminB on

Thanks insert. I was trying to format it to fit on this page. Must have left it in the comment page in error. Deleted now.

Yasemin Balandi

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Did you mean to repeat the poem as a comment Yasemin? Shall I delete it?

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I like the flow of this, Yasemin. Like the motion of the sea. It might also be the first poem I've read whose opening word is bivalves. Merit in itself. :) I always thought my boat would end up at the bottom, but it didn't whilst I had it.

Parson Thru

Submitted by YaseminB on

Thanks Parsan

Yasemin Balandi