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The Boundless Sea

I wish to know if my spirit could be bound
Like the seemingly endless sea we found
Nobody recalls the beginning of one’s life
Stormy times we go through, amounts of strife

I wish I could tack from New England to Old
See all the glorious stories I had been told
Yet I can only see but the sweep of a gull
Above our boat and off the beat up hull

I wish I knew the meaning of you
Endless sea of greenish blue
Where storms, then calm, bring satisfaction
Where there really is no thought - planned action

I wish to know if my spirt could be bound
Or if forever in you my soul be found

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no one can remember
from years 0 to three
then one can remember
the first breakfast
and
Ian could hear the dull/drone of the then aircraft's
he had said

Hope you have entered this one in the January contest!

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I got it entered by a few hours :~)
Thanks and later,
Mark

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This is one of the most elegant poems I've ever read here, and if I may say I believe your best. I wouldn't change anything about this poem, it's simply beautiful. Best wishes.
But one question, is tack a typo? Should it be trek?

Thank you...Teddy

A direction a boat travels in relation to the wind.
Ya don't hear that word often, Teddy, unless you sail. Tacking is a way of managing a sailboat so that it can move upwind or against the wind. When you see a sailboat turn into the wind it is tacking. The wind is blowing into the other side of the sails.
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That's so cool, I certainly don't spend much time sailing, it is clear now, I had to ask because trek would also mean walking, and of course here you speak of sailing. Like I say it's the most fantastic poem I've ever read.from you.

Thank you...Teddy

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Long time no seen... Hope all is good.
A lovely comparison you've weaved here between the soul and the sea, but [endless], I wished you've chosen a different word (imo) as there is less logic in comparing a bound spirit and an endless sea, or perhaps I am missing sth here?
I really thought that the second stanza and the last two lines are breath-taking

Thank you for sharing.

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I used a phrase actually. seemingly endless implies maybe not, maybe so (who knows).
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for 5he clarification Mark

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In my humble opinion this is your finest work yet
it is so very beautiful I have images of the sea why could it be that it rolls along like undulating waves

Chrys

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u ignored me
sad more than sorry

Hi, Mark,
I agree - this is some of your best work! I felt the longing throughout the entire poem, but your final two lines really acknowledge the boundless sea. Great title.
Thank you!
L

Congrats on the win!

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What a wonderful poem and a truly deserved win.

Thank you...Teddy

Congratulations!
L

I'm not ignoring anyone. Just having a difficult time. Keeping a bottle of Nitro nearby and going through lots of periods when I struggle to breathe. Watch out if any doctor offers you medicine, research it. If you smoke then quit, I did but perhaps too late. Well, I thank you all deeply and learned that no matter how messed up our health can get, we do not lose our skills and can continue to write good poetry.
Thank You
Joy and Peace,
Mark

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Take good care!
L

well merited indeed
Stay safe and take care.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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I couldn't imagine anyone thinking you would be ignoring us, stay well and it's great advice you have given about smoking. Keep it real buddy. Enjoy your fame. (GrrrrRRRrrr) next time it might be me. lol

Thank you...Teddy

All know you are so sincere

Congrats Mark! Well done!

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Michael Anthony

A very nice piece!

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Excellent....'nuff said

Lovely poetry and form, Mark. Congrats on winning. Very sorry to know that you're having health issues. I only smoked a little ages ago and gave it up easily. I wish you all the best. Take lots of care, God bless, Gracy

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