I was a sailboat drifting upon your seas.
Navigating towards distant places,
behind the mists of your horizon.
Sun-beat, fresh varnish,
maiden voyage.
You were the ocean rippling
beneath me, reflecting infinities of overhanging skies.
Bahamas blue, glassy calm and
endless.
You became the tumultous waves
crashing on my bow,
ripping apart my sails.
Stinging saltwater seeping into my cracked hull.
Midnight blue, marbled through
with froth.
Sunken anchor.
Placid seas.
You spoke of love.
I hid my fear.
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Shared with dVerse Poets Pub in a poetry challenge using metaphors.
photo: my own
Fajr, Books & That First Cuppa 
That’s a very powerful ending. I love the imagery you’ve chosen – the sea so calm, then so terrifying, the boat so damaged. Be afraid.
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Thank you, Sarah.
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I like the maiden voyage fearfully going beyond the mists of the lover’s horizon.
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Thank you, Frank.
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You took us on a voyage…and we all wait breathlessly for the next stanza!
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Thank you, Beverly.
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reminds me of this: “though your ship be sturdy, no mercy has the sea. will you survive the ocean of being?” – Peter Gabriel.
how can we not fear drowning in love? but how else can we know that depth?
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Had I been younger I’d not have understood that line at all. But life has shown me how its seas have no mercy. I guess the poem can be interpreted in the difficulties of love and the fear it evokes, the heartbreak. It can also be interpreted as an abusive one.
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The sea can be both fantastic and brutal… maybe that’s why we sail despite the risks….
I would add: Navigare necesse est…
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I had to google that phrase. It evokes a sense of adventure and bravery.
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