Voyages

My life has been a voyage from start to finish.

 

 

 

My life on the outward journey

so far off I had not a clue

Leagues and leagues yet to go

passed the rum with the rest of the crew

 

For many a year the winds blew favor

upon my life’s journey and quest

Stopped at many a port in the storm

but for few, have forgotten the rest

 

Many the souls with which I started

at a score plus maybe three years

Have fallen prey to life's rough way

washed to sea along with their tears

 

Wind swept decks of my old ship

where I've lived, loved and wept

Well-worn friends who shared my fate

rode the seas on which we slept

 

It came one night there were fewer days

ahead than there had been behind

Found myself gazing to morning light

toward homes loving ties that bind

 

But the sea between here and there

be rough like the tempest shrew

Fighting the wind to sail the waves

tossed and thrown in the churning brew

 

Keeping the bow pointed for home

with the wind or against as we tack

Push for port through the fading light

look ahead and never look back

 

I turn for port thinking of you

as voyages end where they start

Time this sailor found his way home

to touch the warmth of hearth and heart

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Author's Note

I pray all I am, all I may ever be, can be found in the hearts of those I have loved.
And who have dared to love me. As in the times of the ancient mariner we all hear the call of sirens that gesture us to sail home. Continuity of purpose flows from the wellspring of our lives. In the end we all find we are drawn inexorably home, to the hearth from around which we told our tales of long ago and spun our yarns of a life well lived. The well spent life will always beckon from the winds of change a call for home.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful poem, beautiful words but so much more buried beneath them. There really is something in comparing life with sailing the high seas, weathering storms, lying in the doldrums and all that .. and of course, the proximity of people you live and love amongst ..

'Keeping the bow pointed for home with the wind or against as we tack ~ Push for port through the fading light looking ahead and never look back'

Think this is one of your best .. love it.

[paperfox]

I'm drinking my morning cuppa, reading this for the 2nd time, and had to comment. This is classic Tate Morgan! ... There's something about the sea that could inspire any poet. Not quite sure what it is though. I, myself am a land lubber ... give me the green valleys, crystal waters and them willow trees.

I really liked 'fighting the wind to sail the waves ... burning simplicity! ... This is why poetry is so special. It creates imagery, sometimes in great depth, with a line or two. Excellent work Tate my man!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you so much. I wrote this one day in a daydream sitting in my truck aside the road.

[paperfox]

And who said daydreaming won't get thins done. It should be encouraged!

[Seashell]

Wonderful poem filled with the love for one's family and a yearning to be amidst them. No matter where we roam, home is always where we want to be at the end of the day. Yes we can share stories, but the heart decides which ones. Look forward, but remember don't forget to look back too. Happy days. 😀

[Tate Morgan]

Hi babs thank you I hope you always have that feeling of home as well

[Barbz]

Where is home? Is it where we started our journey through life, or is it the place we yearn for , deeply imbedded with memories that flood our eyes or brought us uncontrollable laughter. Is it where we loved and called upon all our senses and were flooded with response. Is it a place where we assumed a fetal position and still feel a sense of peace doing so. Is it a place or a feeling? Does it live in our chest? Am I Home again? Thank you for sharing your journeys...you always do.......

[Tate Morgan]

Home will always be that place that formed us where we ran the streets and dared the odds thank you

[minisla]

Like the way you bind the two together. Lovely poem,

[Dhaye]

A wonderful piece, Tate. We are all sailing in this sea of life. We are all sailors. We sail where the wind blows. We maybe drawn away...but still we will find our way home...where our hearts belong.

Nice view here, Tate.

[*** Hey Jude***]

A delight that pleases all the senses. I have experienced a feeling of home being where the heart is. My heart holds many hearts that I call "home".
Absolutely stunning picture! What a dream to sail :-)

[Yarelis Vidal]

beautiful and lovely

[Marie]

"All things come home at eventide...like birds that weary of their roaming..."

[Penlady]

..you mean home is where the heart is?
I think there are many hearts filled with you. Yours is set already in the many throughout your life. The adventurer will always be but as time passes, home is always more the draw, IF the home has been a part of and can be returned to.
Your poem speaks of the adventurer and so beautifully, but also of the gift of returning. It was a wondrous moment reading and listening, thank you.

[patricia]

Great rythm in that fourth stanza. Excellent. A lovely poem. Thanks.