The Poet Is the Ship's Captain
the poet is the ship's Captain
the story is about the sea sailed upon
a tale beneath in the cargo hold
at times the most tranquil of waters
filled with benign waves
become walks along Elysian paths
or a tempest, red skies on the horizon
filling the falling journey into night
no longer now hidden
exposed to the Furies' rage
we are at the helm, quill in hand
where imagination and inspiration
fills the sails of this sojourn
upon acres of dawn's delight
lost in the moon's horizon rising
awaiting the harvest of its grandeur
sailing on without a moment lost
no worry about the surrounding fleet
the cargo we carry is our own
matters not the treasures others possess
because the wealth in this Odyssey
is our accounting of the soul's desires
find the words where boundaries
have to be breached and language
moved to higher peaks
so all the valleys come to know
there are heights where some may go
while sitting beneath the bough
lost in some Idyllic day
read line by line, then take flight
soaring on wings never before experienced
where the soul drinks ever so deeply
from the apertures flowing with nectar
from the Ichor within the poet's quill
OKC 6/22
Copyright © Timothy Ray | Year Posted 2022
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