Timothy Brumley Poet Free verse

A Message In a Bottle

Castaway in the isles of obscurity
I pen my diary in blood
Encased within poetic bottles
And cast them on the temporal winds
Into the sea of humanity.

It is an act of desperation
That perchance in time
There on some distant shore 
Some passerby might find them
And in finding them read them
And by reading them discover me.

And so I sire my own little castaways
Bearing witness of their author
A message in a bottle
In search of that coincidental jury
Who having reviewed the evidence
Might find me guilty of life.


Timothy I. Brumley

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Chris Green March 28, 2017 at 7:12 AM I believe this is one of the best pieces I have read in some time. The depth of thought combined with the simple truth is amazing. I love the analogy here and indeed that is why we write and perhaps post on sites like this. Someday one may find a piece that touches them and at that moment gives credence to the reasons we do what we do. Great job Timothy. Timothy Brumley March 28, 2017 at 7:32 AM Stop it! Your making my head swell! Thanks again Chris. Yes I think your right, we write for some future faceless soul who by random fate can share our deepest and most profound epiphanies. Its an ageless connection felt around the world of solace.

Anne-Marie Coreggia March 28, 2017 at 6:52 AM This is my second piece of evidence since I just read your 'Masterpiece' poem, and I am glad to say you that you indeed are guilty of life.:) A 7 Timothy Brumley March 28, 2017 at 7:01 AM Thanks Anne :) Isn't that why we write, to share what life we have discovered, or the longing for more of it? We each have a unique perspective of things with no two exactly the same. Poetry is that expression, our gift to the world. Thank you for your praise. Timothy Brumley March 28, 2017 at 6:57 AM Thanks Phil. I always feel that my free verse poems are somehow inadequate for lack of rhyme, being a traditionalist at heart. I'm just now allowing my trained military mind to expand into free verse since that seems to be the trending fashion these days. So I'm still not comfortable with it. Although I must admit that it is much easier to express yourself witoout the constraint of traditional poetry. I'm glad you liked it, it's been a long time since one of my poems went to someone's favorites here.

Phil Capitano March 28, 2017 at 6:40 AM Excellent Timothy, love the metaphor of the castaway. This is going into my faves.