buoy
the day you swept my heart out to sea
the sun hung in the sky like a beacon
always the point i could not reach.
.
i swam through a safety net full of
holes as sharks bruised my legs
but left me to my misery.
.
salt water tears mingled with
fresh water expectations and
kept me afloat despite my desire
to sink
into the depths of disillusion.
.
years later, a raft floated by.
:
i could have reached out and
hoisted myself onto
that sparse, dry bed but
instead, i closed my eyes,
bobbing, skating, skimming
the surface of my
sanctuary.
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December 20th, 2011 at 9:54 am
Holy Fudd, Batman…I wish I’d written this….
December 20th, 2011 at 10:08 am
Wow… I really like this one. I’ve had to read it a couple of times now. To me, it’s about getting comfortable with our uncomfortable situations… maybe that’s not good. Hmmm, this is definitely one I’ll be coming back to!
December 20th, 2011 at 10:51 am
Sometimes, I stumble over my own expectations of where a writing is going. This poem does that to me. Like Becky above, I have to revisit throughout the day, as you push us to dive deeper.
December 20th, 2011 at 11:00 am
makes me think how comfortable we let ourselves get even when things are not ‘right’ ..
December 20th, 2011 at 3:11 pm
these words could be used in many ways…..but i went straight to an old boyfriend…..xoxo
December 20th, 2011 at 3:21 pm
Wow that’s powerful… getting too comfortable in our pain…. that’s deep stuff…
December 20th, 2011 at 3:27 pm
shivers…life is not always the way we envisioned it…for me i see this much as bsain…and i commend the willingness to struggle on…
December 20th, 2011 at 3:53 pm
Oh, nice. Love the play between the water imagery and the critique on life choices. Thanks for sharing!
December 20th, 2011 at 4:03 pm
salt water tears mingled with
fresh water expectations
love that line. And never trust a skimpy little raft–wait for the ship with the right name painted on the side, I say.
December 20th, 2011 at 4:31 pm
salt water tears and fresh water expectations… this is great..and the ending made me sad because we tend to “install” ourselves in bad situations and sometimes are more afraid of liberty than of being caught in unhappy circumstances
December 20th, 2011 at 4:45 pm
Wow, powerful stuff.
December 20th, 2011 at 4:56 pm
Beautiful, painful and honest poem. Even if it isn’t autobiographical.
December 20th, 2011 at 8:14 pm
I love this: “salt water tears mingled with fresh water expectations”
December 20th, 2011 at 8:16 pm
Really liked the mix of fresh and salt water tears and expectations, that was a brilliant stanza, nicely done was more here at your shore.
December 20th, 2011 at 9:45 pm
this was deep… i know i say that a lot when I read deep poetry … but really… when I feel something so deep within as I am reading it’s a very powerful emotion! I really enjoyed reading your work!
~L
http://www.untitledmoments.com
December 20th, 2011 at 10:02 pm
sometimes comfort is the only way we can get through things
December 21st, 2011 at 8:17 am
There’s been times when I have felt this in my life, beautiful write.
December 21st, 2011 at 9:49 am
This is extremely powerful imagery, with a wonderful allegory woven through. Stunning poetry indeed.
December 21st, 2011 at 11:37 am
Like the title image of this piece, a buoy, this poem itself is a beacon, something to warn us and help us find our best route through a lonely expanse.
Loved this.