Tiny Ships In a Bottle - With Variations
Tiny ships made of flotsam, most remnants of me
I tearfully warp and then carve into poems,
Just words my heart link, dreaming soul is transparent,
That I tenderly launch once again on the sea,
Each bottle containing life’s florid amalgams,
To some perhaps nothing, but my heirs apparent.
Tiny ships that have beauty, just life with no con,
Their cargo perfumed by a morning’s departure,
A seafaring breeze that helps ships leave safe harbor,
Show a trace of their journeys to hither or yon,
The dream of a target like draw of an archer,
Like roses exploring the height of an arbor.
All these ships, bottled soul, that I cast on the brine,
May sea salt, perhaps, preserve past poet’s promise
And tempt other poets to sail past their knowing,
Truly follow their muses, no limits enshrine,
And share God’s creation, shake doubting like Thomas,
Our verses, His echo, all blessings bestowing.
Brian Johnston
October 16, 2016
Haiku like variation...
flotsam constructed
tiny ships in a bottle
float on balmy sea
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