castaway
by Kitty Boots
I built the raft with solid planks
and bound it with filaments from the soul
not watertight, you have to have some room to breathe
flow, some give
flexibility to chart a course
correct an error, an unexpected landfall in a squall
the compass rose is but a guide
and stars hide behind clouds too often to be of help
the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
the lines not as neatly flemished on the deck
the canvas not as white or proud as it was before
and the landfall, not quite as expected
"and stars hide behind clouds too often to be of help"
Like it a lot.
nicely done
Nice. This is shallow, but I learned a new verb, to flemish.
Surprise segue from hard craft to ethereal, lets us know this raft is seaworthy yet afloat on a dream sea. You weave the two throughout so smoothly the dream becomes real.
Way fine use of your extended metaphor, Kitty. Like this a lot. Last line caps the poem wonderfully.
Thank you, Erika, Gary, Steve, Matt and Ed!
"stars hide behind clouds too often to be of help" ***
As always lovely work!
Beautiful use of nautical metaphor here.*
Thank you, Daniel!
Lovely poem, Kitty.
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Last stanza is wonderful
hell, the whole thing is wonderful
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Thank you, Bill.
Thank you, Arturo.
Nicely done, Kitty.
not watertight, you have to have some room to breathe
also stood out: the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
Thank you, Randal.
"you have to have some room to breathe..."
I can feel it.*
Thank you, Tim.
Rachna, a belated "thank you", missed you the first time around! :)