Sea-Based Ian

Sea-Based Ian

A Poem by C. Johnson
"

Youre not failing...

"
Now loosened waters send you sailing
With loose-held arms that bend - You're flailing!
Now,
In waters so yearned for,
Up to now...
A yet unearned door
Or so the shipbuilder's pledged it was...
They who burnt your decks so they may warm
While you told us all it was just a singe
Those hands that wrought
Those hands that rot
Those hands that you so adore
Those hands that pluck the heartstrings that were your rigging
That are your rigging!!
For no matter how lonesome you sail,
Its not the steadfast hull that keeps you on
But those fine twines, they keep you sailing!
A twang of which might reap - You're wailing!

Yet with you always despite such hardships upon your heartships...
The water below
The skies buh-lue!
And theyre here to take you on...

But on, on,
Away from anchors that have damned,
Away from shipbuilders who have pledged
To bind you so
But unwind you so...
Away from those who'd have you stay
In hellish maelstroms struck yesterday

All that is neither here nor there...
Just for now
We'll smile a while
And enjoy the ocean air...

© 2008 C. Johnson


Author's Note

C. Johnson
Grammar/spelling etc. etc. You know the drill. Leave me a comment :)

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C. Johnson
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I'm an artistic soul, using visuals to convey how I truly feel. I love history and love it even more so when portrayed right. I love eclectic styles and vintage french posters. Old coins, unconvention.. more..

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