vagary

By alphadog1

Sat, 14 Dec 2013
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I am lost: caught amid these fast floating ships;
caught by  the sail of this wild  winds command ,
tied:  yet unbound  to an inevitable destination.
Their black masts stand fast on this pale aching  sky
They are so tall and  free, unburdened  misery
Determined to take me upon a lone sacred  path
To a distant misty place that I know not where.
I am caught in their vagary
Displaced by their ever haunting
Imagery.
The seas like mountains roll,
I fly on their ripped skin
But I cannot see therein.
And there lies the nub. 

© adh2013 

Certificate 12
Poem
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by KPHVampireWriter on

Hi there,

I don't know much about poetry, I have to admit, but I liked the alliteration that you have in the first few lines, and the way the structure changes as you progress through.

I fly on their ripped skin - this line is wonderful, and the feeling that you are being tossed and turned and taken along by the current, a simile for life, I felt.

I really enjoyed reading this :D Karen

Submitted by alphadog1 on

Thanks Karen. I am not as good as many on abc, Scratch is brilliant, His work resonates. But I try to keep myself creative, Its life for me.