A Poem

Who…Am I?
Where am…I?

A blank paper forms lines
Written by unknown memories
Whispers from past thoughts
Combining letters in waves

Word by word, bleeding through the paper, ink
Fingers acting of their own accord
Tips leaving prints on a borrowed pen

The words form lines
The lines, stanzas
Stanzas stack to form a poem

The Sailor

A poem swims in an open sea
White space breaking on stark black lines

A lonely ship sailing home
Once lost on forlorn shores

A tear of joy it’s sailor’s eye
Shed for his landlocked love

A long hard war, waged on foreign shores
Oh, how much time he had lost
And how his heart, it stung
For as he pulled his boat ashore
Her funeral had begun

Message in a Bottle

As he spread her ashes
In the waves of the cove’s round shore
The young lad he had left behind
Lent him a crying shoulder
As the grown man he had become

From his home, a wife he chose
From little babe, a child he raised

On the sailor’s lap, the child sat
Of his life, tales told
All lessons learned, he passed along
To help her grow up with wisdom

Put the sailor, this cherished memory
Into a bottle sealed with wax
and thrown into the sea
For someone on the other side to find
A story of love trapped in glass