Sinking Ships

Abstract

On an ocean of fog, illusions rain

The winds of fatuity they brave

Look there, yonder! It's a sinking sonder!

Depressed beneath the waves

There’s no way to know when genius

Recoils, fleeing from the airwaves

Still sailing through senseless years

Some ship their delusions to graves

Author's Note

Thank you!

Reviews

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Sinking ships, for sure, Monsieur P.......depressed beneath the waves, drowning in a talentless sea......"Sonder", it makes the Titanic seem like the Queen Mary 2! Just another useless endeavour that preaches to an audience of one. Surely there are much better ways to spend a lifetime than wasting valuable minutes indoctrinating oneself as an 'artist'. A real artist or writer lets their work speak for themselves and it should be good enough to survive the stormy seas on any medium. When it can't.......well, that tells you something. All i can say is that there are now a lot of shipwrecks at the bottom of the ocean! I enjoyed this write.

[AJNJ]

Good evening Madame!
Loved your very eloquent review! Indeed, a life spent deluding oneself can be so sad. Stubbornness, I always maintain is the trait of mules and mules are no artists or thinkers. Moving on and not clutching to things beyond our grasp is the only way to go. Yet the daft keep on and on at it, unfairly to everyone else. Meanwhile, the hulk sinks deeper and deeper into the ocean bed.

Love your thoughts always. Thanks a ton. 🤗

[Ana Papaya]

You're the captain of your own ship, P.
You set your own course, away from storms if need be.
Nice metaphors here.

[AJNJ]

Thanks a ton for appreciating, Ms. Ana!

[barleygirl]

Please let go of your ridiculous fixation & focus on what writers are doing right, which you are very good at doing -- show us what doing the right thing looks like (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[AJNJ]

Thanks Ms. Barley, been yearning to post longer pieces for a while but it seems to me that the book I'm trying to write is going to take up more and more of my time in the coming few months. And with my dearest of friends Jamila gone, my heart is kind of receding from poetry. Yet, your heartfelt advice is absorbed and appreciated very much. Thanks a ton :)

[emmajoy]

Right now, if not before, we're taking our own fate in our hands:, planning for a future we might not have - or enjoying every day by living contentedly on the previous days' outcome. Nobody knows what we take to the grave.. but, even so, we're literally on the same boat. Tis a case of taking each of your phrases and allying it to one's own illusions. Perhaps?

[AJNJ]

Your words did send a slight shiver down my spine, "planning for a future we might not have" Indeed, there's so little to go by right now except our plans built on hope. Knowing so little, what option but to ally these phrases to our illusions. Be happy in the present. Thanks a ton for such insightful words on this piece, Ms. EmmaJoy. You gave me something here to really apply my mind to...

[emmajoy]

Has been said that whilst it's easy to fool others about the how you see the world, tisn't as easy to fool self cos - Self often perceives the truth. For me, right now is live, pray, love, skip, jump and dream - calmly.. OR failing that, crazily!

[AJNJ]

We all have our ways and means of dealing with things life throws at us though I really like yours so much better than mine! If one's able to skip, jump and dream on, then that in itself is a blessing...

[emmajoy]

Pestonjee, pretence is a good friend at times - it can form a temporary suit of armour when needed!

[AJNJ]

Wow :) I've nothing more to add, Ms. Emmajoy! You said it all.

[John the Baptist]

This one has the sound of a downer to it. The poet seems to highlight the lot of those who are driven by some kinds of illusions of greatness. The "sinking sonder" seems to reflect the fate of their efforts. Refusing to abandon their dreams, some "ship their delusions to graves." Oh, well, at least it keeps them busy. Maybe keeps them from making crystal meth.

[AJNJ]

I really like that thought sir. Ultimately, its all about keeping busy and living with a sense of accomplishment. I so appreciate your words. Thanks a lot.

[Lydia Shutter]

We sometimes talk ourselves into our own vision of life....and often it is just a fantasy. We can take some of these preconceived notions with us to the grave. Thought provoking poetry, sir. Lydi**

[AJNJ]

Thanks a ton for such a thoughtful review, Ms. Lydi.

[Einstein Noodle]

i like it ..i like it a lot ... thank you for my word of the day "sonder" .. what a great word says i! you held your theme throughout and with abstract writing that is difficult to do says i! we delude and undersee much of life and do take it all to the grave .. i think we are all sailing that ship actually .. makes me think of the Bible teaching "1 Corinthians 13:12 King James Version (KJV)
12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." ... which can give one hope in the after the grave ;) nice work .. deep thinking ... and I appreciate the bit of word play in "rain" and reign
E.

[AJNJ]

Sonder, that feeling or realisation of everyone around us having similar lives and challanges, illusions and delusions...after all we emerged one-celled from the same oceanic soup of senselessness and ignorance. And back to the elements we go, learning little.

I'm thrilled you appreciated the rain/reign word play! Loved the Bible reference and I'll be sure to look it up. Yes, the mentioned verse fills us with hope of eternal knowledge. Thanks a ton for this absolutely thoughtful, delightful review dear sir!

[Einstein Noodle]

your welcome ..sorry it takes so long to make the rounds of so many writers ...right here at the Cafe' ... but i think we all try :)

[AJNJ]

I understand only too well dear sir...so many friends and so many eloquent offerings to be read and commented upon. Enjoy your rounds and I'll happily await my turn 🤗 Stay safe and well!

[Jimmy Yetts]

Delusions ought to be buried; illusions can be helpful.
I like what you said, poet--and the way that you said it.
Very fine work!

[AJNJ]

Thanks a lot sir! Glad to see you...

[Chris Shaw]

I pondered on that masterful final line

"Some ship their delusions to graves"

and I stayed their quite a while pondering further. Abstract poetry does that to you.

Chris

[AJNJ]

Its very sad how the grave awaits and ultimately swallows all genius, illusions, delusions everything.
Thank you very much for appreciating that line Ms. Chris. So glad to see you!

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome. I am a big fan of your writing.

[AJNJ]

Awww....*Smiles shyly*
Thanks again Ms. Chris! Means much!

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Illusions and delusions can be so misleading. They us from our real selves. I'm scared of dying a fool. Powerful poem Pestonjee.

[AJNJ]

Some illusions may be of help sometimes. Not sure of delusions though. When will we ever stop being fools Ms. Kat? All we know is that we know little of nothing.

[Pennywriter]

This writing reminds me that the more we know, the less we know. A thought that I like very much. I appreciate the quizzical aspect of this poem. I somehow do not wish to dwell further on the meaning and just let the mystery linger. Simply because I love how mysterious this poem is.

[AJNJ]

Abstract poems are fascinating in that they open up an entire vista of possibilities out there. Its like the all or null thing. It can be just anything. The reader is god there. Thanks a ton my dear friend! Appreciate your visits!