In the ship directions sail
30 September 2016
Stilted featherlight
Wandering through inner skies
Blooming waterfalls
Days of glory set
Inside the boats of childhood
Dreamland distant fog
The ship seeks lighthouse
My flanks a mountainous plain
Blinding sight for mind
In between a pair
A single spark in gardens
Dotted lines redraw
Eternity’s map
Flowing from my icicles
Seeking waters tip
Retrospect a mast
In the ship directions sail
Hindsight foresight trail
Reading of the poem:
Sjöjungfrun och konungadottern – Gjallarhorn
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Thank you 😊❤️
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As always, I like the imagery here. Just one word jars with me: “redraw” looks too much like “red raw” ?
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Thank you Derrick. I actually hid that initial intent of blood seeping, flowing slowly from a numbed body by making it look like lines redrawn on a map. If you look closely you figure out: dotted lines (drip of blood not actually continuous) red, raw, eternity’s map (because blood is the lifeline, the key to eternity) flowing from my icicles (flowing from the tips of my numbed, therefore icy body). Sorry if the image was too jarring but I attempted to somehow hide the actual image in a smoother version that could be read differently. I like hiding different notions in my poetry 😀
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That is fine, Geetha. If it was intended, it worked, especially the dotted lines. I should have known better 🙂
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Thank you. One can see this in the continuity of the imagery present in Blood pearls drip
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wish you calm sea and following winds…cheers
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Thank you 🙂 Cheers
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