Nautical Expose
by
Mary -BrytEyz- Ball
(Age: 38)
copyright 10-03-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
(Inspired by Merchant Marine, by Brian Dickenson)
I read your poem with misty eyes
Wondering how you could possibly know
But then I began to realize
Only I could see the pain below
The shipwrecked dreams that peacefully lie
Beneath the rippled surface you see
Lie the rotting hopes that silently cry
And betray the hurt buried in me
Just remnants of storms from yesterday
Many tangled, torn, and tattered sails
Eerie visions from a better day
Buoyantly bathing with sharks and wails
A place where stargazing's not allowed
Skittish ambitions like frightened fish flee
Murky memories engulf like a shroud
Wants strangled by reality's kelp in me
I read your poem and cried to myself
Wondering if others could somehow see
But then looked and slowly realized
Only I could see the pain in me
The shipwrecked dreams buried below
Beneath the leathered wake of betrayal
Lie rotting memories that only I know
Deceiving the world with veiled portrayal
I once had a dream that dared to live
This unsung hero in my heart he sailed
To my head, visions and hopes he would give
He gave what he could but still he failed
Knowing the risks I began to believe
Trusting somehow that he was different
Drifting above corpses he refused to see
Ignoring warnings, straying somehow errant
He shipwrecked my dreams with his lies
The truth of the matter I could not see
Rivers of remorse soon flooded my eyes
And added to the pile of pain in me
Yes, I read your poem with misty eyes
Wondering how you could possibly know
Only then I began to realize
That no one knew of my pain below
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This has a lovely flow to it, and a sorrow that many could identify with if they allow themselves to see the meaning in your piece of work. What a pleasure this was to read and digest.
Amanda
Gina, thank you for reading and rating. The most important thing to me though are your comments and the knowledge that my work has touched someone. I have read about you and found you to be a very interesting and special person. Perhaps I will be blessed enough to be your friend one day.
As for my poem, it was heartfelt and heartwrenching when I wrote it. Although I don't get pleasure in causing others pain... what I take joy in is that you must have the pain already in your heart for my poem to reach out to it and elicit the response you experienced. So, in that, I am grateful that we have connected in this way.
Oh, did you catch the whales vs. wails part? I wrote a comment about it on the poem in case you're interested.
Well, thanks again for reading, Gina. It's nice knowing you.
I am writing about feeling submerged and hidden, things others can't see behind this feigned mask of happiness. So, among the things I bury deep within and don't let out are the sharks (or meat eating hungry sharp toothed killers of my dreams... in other words, unscrupulous men) and wails (crys, moans, and unuttered pain that I keep far beneath the surface of me and refuse to let out and refuse to let anyone see).
Anyway, that was a little more in depth view behind the whales vs. wails thing. Anthony quite often gets my hidden meanings and that's why I asked him if he got it. :-)
I don't know why I have tears in my eyes right now. yes, your poem is sad but I have read others sadder than this and I didn't sob like this. I guess I can almost feel your pain and wonder when I read your words they seem to become alive right off the page. I read a peom by Anthony about you and decided to see what you were all about and he was right to have missed you I would have missed you to. Good job. Thank you
I'm honoured that you found inspiration from my offering.
The pain of a shipwrecked heart is unique to each heart.
Unfortunately the shipwreck can occur on the apparently calmest of seas. Who can know when a jagged reef will impale our dreams.
Keep an eye for the prevailing wind, and your sails trimmed.
Brian.
You are the only one that has lived it all and that makes you the only one that truly knows. I feel the rush coming over me! A new poem from Mary! Life is good! Anthony
Welcome !
