Charmaine Chircop Poet Lyric

There's a Message In a Bottle

There's a bottle in the ocean

which keeps drifting to and fro

And this bottle in the ocean

Holds the secret of  my soul

There 's a bottle in the ocean

with a message to outpour

But this message holds a whisper

that 's concealed forevermore

Above kingdoms of Sirens 

and their cursing song

This bottle floats and flow

It would not burst nor spill a verse

My suppressed mysteries 

will not be known.

There's a bottle in the ocean

It is carried by wild waves

There are whirlwinds that surround it

It will never reach safe bays

It would never reach the sandshore

It will never reach a hand

It keeps turning in the ocean

Far from  the promised land

Far from the man made castles

Far from the sun~kissed beach

Far from rose~scented petals

and far from conquered dreams.

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Thomas Martin May 23, 2015 at 7:43 PM A good write, Charmaine! I have been there at a time in my life and still am confused.

Noman Hamza December 24, 2014 at 6:23 AM original idea making the message in the bottle a symbol of your suppressed emotions.The repetition of 'far from' towards the end gives a melancholy effect.congrats Charmaine

Sean Kelly December 21, 2014 at 3:29 AM Charmaine , I believe we all have a bottle floating in some ocean of dreams . Thanks for your kind comment .. Sean .

Liam Mcdaid December 1, 2014 at 9:08 PM outstanding piece of writing dear friend golden pen charmaine

Maurice Yvonne December 1, 2014 at 4:51 PM Amazing poem Char!

Justin Bordner November 30, 2014 at 8:49 PM A freedom lives somewhere in all of us, in everything we do, and along with everything we care for strongly...sometimes the genius of our freedom must not have a destination or defined goal in order to flourish, so to survive. Freedom is a measure of our strength and must roam the unknown to live Charma. There is a charming dignity in your soul's isolation, a certain invincibility that is very attractive. Your heart will come to know a splendid shore beautiful poetess...J.A.B.

Sebastian Aaron Baez November 30, 2014 at 4:44 PM I think I'm that "bottle" that keeps turning in the ocean:(

Gary Bateman November 30, 2014 at 2:06 PM Charmaine, A lovely and wonderful lyric poem here. Although, bottles like this usually hit some remote beach somewhere, I do like the concept of the bottle with its precious contents eternally floating on the ocean. Most Well-Done, and a "7" from me. Best Always, Gary

James Fraser November 30, 2014 at 1:09 PM Love this Charmaine, and every bottle should reach golden sands or rocky shores. It's certainly better, than to bob for evermore, James :) :)xx

Kevin Leake November 30, 2014 at 12:03 PM Hi Charmaine, I hope I find this bottle then I'll know all your secrets for writing great lyrics, such as this. Beautifully put together. Best wishes Kevin

Thomas Carney November 30, 2014 at 8:25 AM Thumb's up

Thomas Carney November 30, 2014 at 8:23 AM This happens. There are bottles out there, real ones, and one's we all toss out with our hearts. Your poem carried me start to finish in a very eloquent way. The rhyme was good, the structure consistent, and I liked the mixture of iambic and trochaic prosody. I can't do that stuff, so I gather it just comes natural. Congrats, Thomas

Tim Smith November 30, 2014 at 1:51 AM Very moving Charma... One day someone unexpectedly will find your bottle and read your message... We can dream....hugs Tim

Eileen Manassian November 29, 2014 at 11:48 PM Charmaine! I can't tell you that this is your best, because each one of your poems is just so absolutely fabulous. So tender and beautiful and sad. The mysteries are yours and yours alone. Love you. Eileen Manassian November 30, 2014 at 12:25 AM :) I'm going to try to make it my creed! :) Hope others do the same, my sweet! Hugs to you. Love you, woman! Charmaine Chircop November 29, 2014 at 11:57 PM Eileen,your last poem-Let the poet be inspired that mystery part of my poem dear..Thankyou and big hugs :.)