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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
Style / type:
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Not Explicit Content
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lovedly
Sun, 2021-01-31 20:25
Nobody recalls the beginning of one’s life
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
Ray Whitaker
Sun, 2021-01-31 22:15
I like it
Hope you have entered this one in the January contest!
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Mark
Sun, 2021-01-31 23:46
That's great to know Ray
I got it entered by a few hours :~)
Thanks and later,
Mark
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Teddy15
Mon, 2021-02-01 04:12
Dear Mark
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
Mark
Mon, 2021-02-01 04:25
tack
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.
Mark
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Teddy15
Mon, 2021-02-01 05:44
Dear Mark
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
Mark
Mon, 2021-02-01 05:49
[smiles]
[smiles]
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Rula
Mon, 2021-02-01 11:50
Hello Mark
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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Mark
Mon, 2021-02-01 17:30
Rula I did
I used a phrase actually. seemingly endless implies maybe not, maybe so (who knows).
Thanks for your opinion,
Mark
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Rula
Tue, 2021-02-02 04:59
Thanks
for 5he clarification Mark
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c lynn brooks
Mon, 2021-02-01 17:31
Mark
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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Mark
Mon, 2021-02-01 20:01
Thank you
Thank you Chrys,
Mark
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lovedly
Tue, 2021-02-02 12:23
Mark
u ignored me
sad more than sorry
Lavender
Tue, 2021-02-02 17:45
The Boundless Sea
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!
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Asche Keegan
Thu, 2021-02-04 01:23
Dear Mark,
Congrats on the win!
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Teddy15
Thu, 2021-02-04 05:56
Dear Mark
What a wonderful poem and a truly deserved win.
Thank you...Teddy
Lavender
Thu, 2021-02-04 08:18
Hello, Mark
Congratulations!
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Mark
Thu, 2021-02-04 14:35
Hello everyone
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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Lavender
Thu, 2021-02-04 15:34
Hi, Mark
Take good care!
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Rula
Thu, 2021-02-04 14:47
Congrats Mark
well merited indeed
Stay safe and take care.
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Teddy15
Thu, 2021-02-04 14:57
Dear Mark
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
lovedly
Thu, 2021-02-04 16:47
May you be blessed Mark
All know you are so sincere
Michael Anthony
Fri, 2021-02-05 19:59
Congrats Mark! Well done!
Congrats Mark! Well done!
Best
Michael Anthony
Ray Whitaker
Sat, 2021-02-06 23:28
Congratulations!
A very nice piece!
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scribbler
Mon, 2021-02-08 12:25
Hi Mark
Excellent....'nuff said
Gracy
Sat, 2021-02-20 21:23
Lovely poetry and form, Mark.
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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