This week Enchanted Oak gives us two pictures to choose one and write about it. I have chosen the picture of a boat - an empty boat. moored in a quiet place. This is my offering:-
On seeing an empty boat.
There was a time
when I wished to be
in a boat,
on the sea.
When the distant scene
held a place in my head
and the here
and the now
lay dead.
Then you came and stood
on my horizon.
My vision was restricted.
I knew that you were my
Voyage of Discovery,
my inspiration,
my destination.
Your love poem is beautiful, Weaver. The discovery that the richest voyage is the one before you, not the one on the far horizon, resonates with me.
ReplyDeleteI don't usually comment on poetry posts. This one is beautiful - it says something to me too.
ReplyDeleteWeaver, dreaming in the here and now is good ... love your Bus offering.
ReplyDeleteAs usual, lovely.
ReplyDeleteYes beautiful indded. What is it about boats?
ReplyDelete"I knew that you were my
Voyage of Discovery,
my inspiration,
my destination."
What a beautiful poem Pat - so full of meaning which will reach out to many readers. I couldn't take part this week as I was unable to access Enchanted Oak's blog for some reason. The links just wouldn't work for me. I'm just going to read your poem again.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful love poem, Pat, but it leaves me wondering who the "you" is -- a person, the divine, the present moment. No need to know, however; the mystery adds life to the poem.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet and simple and compelling this is! It's a beautiful testament to love.
ReplyDeletewell felt!
ReplyDeleteWarm Aloha from Waikiki :)
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A lovely poem Pat! As you know, we are not far from Whitby and visit there at least once a week. The rows and rows of boats always conjur up stories and pictures!
ReplyDeleteI like this poem very much indeed. It is a clever response to the prompt and a sensitive approach to the subject you have made from it. It works on all levels. Great contribution.
ReplyDeleteWell, you've certainly sailed the waters of life...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully simple and simply beautiful, Weaver!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poem! I admire you for the poet you are and many other great qualities. Thanks for your comment. I remember what you told about your first husband.War is hell.
ReplyDeleteAbsolute Beautiful !
ReplyDeleteI felt every word.
cheers, parsnip
What a beautiful take on the prompt, Weaver. A love poem emerges from a history and sails to a future.
ReplyDeleteI really like this Weaver - as always your candidness is refreshing, and I love how the tragedy of the here and now lying dead was changed in the end.
ReplyDeletebeautiful
Thanks for the kind comments. Haven't read it to the farmer yet - shall have to choose my moment!
ReplyDeleteI love how you see so many possibilities from one lonely, still, boat.
ReplyDeleteI am all for the love you have described in the poem...
ReplyDeleteThere is a potent sweetness to it-Loved it!
I like it, the transistion from first stanza to second and this line in particular...."when the distant scene held a place in my head." We often do that, neglecting what lies in front of us.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Beautiful Weaver, one of your best.A natural poetic quality, pure and simple and lovely.
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