Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Christened



I say my piece,
but no one will listen;
it’s the ship of fools
that my words christen.

Words rain down
like crystal tears;
their spirit flounders
in the ocean of fears.

I’ve been there,
I’ve done that;
a caveat from
where I’m at.

I bottle my words,
consumed by the flood;
they can’t be held in
by flesh and blood.

No one notices
my cries or my wail;
the ship of fools
has already set sail.


"Weeds"
Happy Poetry Month!

(photo: taken by me, at sunset on

Lake Superior, Copper Harbor, MI.)

19 comments:

  1. Something sad about holding things in, being bottled up....:)JP

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  2. You have a talent with words. This one really speaks to me.

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  3. Oh my, you have such a way to express feelings. I envisioned a ship being christened with a bottle of tears that's been kept bottled for far too long.

    This is really poignant poetry.
    Happy April.
    Hugs,
    JB

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  4. Annie, great poem with the picture. Loved it.

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  5. Wow, this really is good, it flows so well, and such vivid images. Did you especially write this with today in mind? Either way it's beautiful.

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  6. You can only tell them, you can't make them listen to wisdom, and it's so sad.

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  7. Ooh, I like this one a lot. This poem is perfect for today, or any day!

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  8. Annie....did I mention this was one of my favorites from your book Weeds.....if I didn't I shall do so now ♥♥♥♥ Laura

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  9. Someone will always notice your cries, but you may have to wait to meet Him.

    My Tungsten has met Him now. Thank you for your thoughts on her death. She will always be my special one.

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  10. Very nice, I would say you have found your creativity , although you never really lost it.

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  11. You always amaze us! Well done!

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  12. Poetry month...I didn't know. I am really going to need to sit down and write a new poem for our sidebar. I just can't seem to get motivated. That photo is so exquisitely beautiful. That really was being at the right place at the right time. And is the perfect accompaniment for your poem. Sending love and hugs to all, Janet

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  13. Very well written poem and the photo goes with it perfectly.

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  14. I always thought this was one of your most expressive poems. which is rather ironic given the subject and tone of the piece.

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  15. Wow, that was touching. Have a lovely end of the week.

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