The Magic of Words

Of all literary forms, poetry is King.  It uses language elegantly, precisely, and economically to offer up emotional honesty.  Here's an old one of mine.   

A Salty Dog

 

Tattered sails swell with breath
My battered boat groans and complains
As it’s guided from safe harbor to the
Cold and merciless sea
By invisible hands

I am weary of adventures
Scarred from fighting monsters
Hideous ones, beautiful ones

All I ever wanted was a cat
A hearth, a dram, a meal
A woman who knew how to sew
A roof and wall to guard against
The cruelties of winter

But fate decrees that I am bound
Bound to the mast, bound to the sea

Whatever rocky coast is my new home
I’ll tell my story there

Whatever rocky coast is my new home
I’ll tell my story there

ElLagarto ElLagarto
56-60, M
Jul 7, 2007