Boat Head

Boat Head

A Poem by Corset

Living with an excerpt, 
sitting in a paper house
I have to sacrifice a little bit more
the wait of it 
the bark of it
 at the trees that shiver
at the limbs that shimmy

on dark expanse of moonlit walls
the wind chimes echoing
 eerily 
wearily into the hollow of night,
                                                                               it is never silent here

not since the becoming 
coming with its words 

some frightening, 
some whispers of fealty
some excerpts of love
nonsensical

till then when comes the sun 
riding the cliff note of night 
in its gleaming armor
to hush darkness 
with its quiet ecstasy
and its busy self servitude.

© 2020 Corset


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I see myself in so much of what you write. I live alone in the wilderness & I'm disabled, which can have an undercurrent of risk, living on the edge, not having a safety net -- being aware of it, but not being distracted by it. Loving nature & just staying immersed in the magical gift of my surroundings. Your poem paints the life contrasts splashing by, giving a shove this way, then a different way. Your poem conveys a nice balance between showing outer & inner influences (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


Corset

3 Years Ago

I love that so much Barley girl, that you see yourself in some of these. I find that a lot myself wi.. read more
I always admire the metaphorical layers to your poetry Corset...so many avenues to think over and grab a moment to decipher...wonderfully expressive :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Corset

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your wonderful comments Ruth, so nice to "see" you, for everyone I see I know is well .. read more
we write we write we write in the middle of the night...
the muse whispers within those moonlit walls.
we must listen....and then we write poetry, which basically is a Cliff's Notes version
of our lives, don't you think?

you don't have to live the whole damn thing, just read the notes.

Much quicker.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Corset

3 Years Ago

I do think :D Thank you Jacob, or the fine print whichever the case may be I guess. :P

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Corset

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