Broken Sail

Damaged souls finding one another. Story of my life.

Tell me I'm too good

for your broken spirit.

Ask me if I care.

The late autumn wind urges me on.

It's song of unwinding telling me

I am close to being done.

I want to take it to the world,

to set out sails unfurled,

leave on the beach all that doesn't matter.

but you; my broken child of grace.

Beautiful, mind and soul

find the tears and mend them all.

while I sail through calm and storm

searching for someone whole and warm.

Reflections of connections

severed and given broken form.

Let the ocean heal those wounds

sail on and run through that storm.

I'll mend what is broken in me.

show me where it hurts in you.

Let me bandage what I can see,

and make us both sail true.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Broken child of grace and unfurled sails resonate deeply within me....a bittersweet tale, with hope at the finish...the seas have that healing power.

[Mark]

After reading your poem, and remembering this one, I thought, though I'd written it before I knew you, it could have been about you.

[Frieda P]

LOL...the calm or the storm? ;-)

[Mark]

I'm sure there are both in you.

[Frieda P]

Ha tsunamis hon..........

[Jack...]

Something to calm the seas of a broken heart. Very cool mark. Nicely penned emotions here.

[Mark]

Thank you sir. :)

[spiritwind]

A brave honesty in this piece
I so love the following lines:
"Beautiful, mind and soul
find the tears and mend them all.
while I sail through calm and storm
searching for someone whole and warm."
...Though it sounds selfish at first, we do have to find our own destiny here on earth.


Reflections of connections
severed and given broken form.
Let the ocean heal those wounds
sail on and run through that storm.
....Your verses sing like a siren song

I'll mend what is broken in me.
show me where it hurts in you.
Let me bandage what I can see,
and make us both sail true.
---Nice rhythm and rhyme

[Mary]

it has been said that our inner light can be seen better through those broken places within us (like candlelight through a cracked clay vessel.) The ocean, the sails, leaving on the beach all that doesn't matter, the healing of brokenness between two lovers. This is an amazing write, Mark. It is honest and true, and that is it's appeal to me.

[Mark]

Thank you so much Mary. Glad you liked it :)

[Mockingbird]

a very touching piece. there is much passion and emotion. there is also a nice rhythm to it.

[Mark]

thanks sweet :)

[Geraldine]

I really enjoyed reading this. I love how it ends, hurray for the two broken souls who found each other. What a great story to share. :))

[Andrew N. Farrens]

"Let the Ocean heal those wounds,
sail on and run through that storm"

I enjoyed reading the entire poem but the above spoke to me strongly for numerous reasons, many of which are nonsensical, lunatic madness from a failed writer and therefore I will list only two of them:
1) I am a Pisces
2) The Gods of The Sea gave me back my life one cold, wet morning, when I decided to take advantage of the breaking dawn and go for swim in shark-infested waters off of Baker Beach and underneath The Golden Gate Bridge. I was caught in a rip-tide and I was very quickly being sucked into the turbulent waters of The Pacific but in the dim, shadowy light of the Night giving birth to a new sun-rise, the normally blue waters were a dismal grey. I swam with all my might and slowly, and I do mean mind-crippling, agonizing levels slowness. I had cursed ALL the Gods and Devils with antagonistic words of utter disrespect before walking serenely into the breaking waves that have slammed against the California coast-line forever and miraculously The Gods (or maybe t'was The Devils) mercifully granted me a reprieve into the next level of consciousness. I will reluctantly admit there are times when I wish to those same wicked Gods that they had allowed this hapless "Word-Bully" to be eternally lost in the depths of a watery grave. In that spirit of brutally sincere honesty chock full idealistic naivety, I can and will not tell a lie, especially when I tap-out these humble words of little consequence on an indifferent key-board. Writing, in general, is the only thing in this Nation of fallacious freedoms that I feel is really mine and cannot be stolen or ruined, unless I do it to myself by polluting my brain with mind-altering narcotic chemicals in a feeble attempt to self-medicate the melancholy angst I have been cursed to feel since a toddling youth. It is not a healthy way to live.....
Anyhow, I apologize for the wordy, lucidly incoherent review but the high of writing sometimes causes me to wander into areas of pitifully despicable digression but you must understand that it was inspired by this excellent poem you wrote. This is a good thing.....
Res Ipsa Loquitur
.A.N.F.

100/100

[Mark]

Andrew your words are always pure gold my friend. I too am a Pisces and while my encounters with the ocean were nowhere near the epic you describe, I have had enough bouts with it to make me respect her. Thanks for stopping by and writing. :)

[Blue Ivory]

This is so beautiful and soulful! I love it! One with a prominent soul always searches for another. Once found, they heal each other. I love that idea! Beautifully written!

[Stanley Wilson]

aww what a poem mark alot of emotion and maybe alot about your feelings about someone too loved it beautifuly written

[Mia]

Opposites don't attract. You attract what you are. Damaged isn’t always bad, in fact, acknowledging you’re damaged means you know where to start fixing. The degree of your damage and whether it is a part of your life or the centre of it. That’s what’s dangerous. If you show me someone who isn’t damaged at all...I’ll show you a lair. Now I’m just rambling. Typing everything that I’m thinking.
This is beautiful Mark. The first stanza and the last are my favourite.
"Tell me I'm too good
for your broken spirit.
Ask me if I care."
That’s so powerful and such a clever way to start this poem.
"I'll mend what is broken in me.
show me where it hurts in you.
Let me bandage what I can see,
and make us both sail true."
That’s breathtakingly beautiful! Especially the second and third line. Sounds like you’re a fixer. That never ends well and most of the time those people don’t want to be fixed. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece of writing.

[Mark]

Yes I am a fixer and am always attracted to strong, beautiful women who have issues. LOL Started me thinking that there is no one in the world who ISN"T, in some way, broken.

[Mia]

Strong, beautiful and dangerous...that's what you should have said. That's definitely a troublesome combo. Guard and protect your heart Mark, above all else.

[Mia]

Oh and there really ISN'T!!! Lol.

[Mark]

heh Mia, thank you but you are far too late. :)