rescue

rescue

A Poem by Emily B

I woke up drowning one day

too many anchors--

and not enough buoyance.

 

The skies seemed clear--

no clouds on the horizon.

 

The waves as still as I’d ever seen--

and still my little boat rocked.

 

Somewhere between the reticent wind

and the mocking waves,

is a lesson I still need to learn.

 

Hold the life rafts, please,

don't send out a signal yet.

 

Tend that spark in the lighthouse

and I’ll be along soon as I can.

© 2011 Emily B


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I love this. I know well the feeling of wanting to manage on your own, at whatever cost, no matter how uncertain you are about where you're at. The person in this poem seems very close to some revelation that's going to make life easier. Really good ending, too, last line is fantastic.

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and how very wise you are,my dear..seems like sheikh Saadii...lol

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I can relate, for there is nothing like freedom.... true freedom carrying along baggage and heaviness with the waves that rock back and forth and back and forth...

'Somewhere between
the wind and the waves,
is a lesson I still need to learn.'

I get lost in those words, dear friend... And you are right... We don't need a raft if we can swim...except perhaps for an occasional rest...

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Emily, I love this...
and can so identify
it's all about the little boat, the journey and the rocky wake (the rougher waves often seem much more worth the trip than the calm water sometimes).. I love the message of saving yourself and maintaining your course despite the multitude of anchors

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This is so visually and emotionally stirring. I can feel the anxiety of the moment... have been in that moment too many times. Brilliant metaphors!

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needs work, a lot of work . . .

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must have been a heavy dream... but then you turn it into positive, saying there is a lesson to learn.. so you are waiting till it appears to you.. .also a way. Much much better than going through drama is keeping patience, and wait, wait, wait. Nicely done this one. loved. (KUFU left you message (in form of a commentary on my 2nd piece)

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There is a fragile charm in this writing, the images conjuring up the struggle and uncertainty of life and the will to find a safe harbour, a place of sure love...

Pleasing and moving...

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This is amazing emily!
I found this lovely.

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this is incredible - a fiercely independent spirit shines so brightly.. but told in the gentle calm voice i have come to love in your work

this stanza touched my heart:

Somewhere between
the wind and the waves,
is a lesson I still need to learn.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


I agree this is spectacular and my favorite of yours. I love that last verse..there is hope in it...Yes, a beacon...a magnificent piece of writing....it truly speaks...

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