rescue

rescue

A Poem by Emily B

I woke up drowning one day

too many anchors--

and not enough buoyance.

 

The skies seemed clear--

no clouds on the horizon.

 

The waves as still as I’d ever seen--

and still my little boat rocked.

 

Somewhere between the reticent wind

and the mocking waves,

is a lesson I still need to learn.

 

Hold the life rafts, please,

don't send out a signal yet.

 

Tend that spark in the lighthouse

and I’ll be along soon as I can.

© 2011 Emily B


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I love this. I know well the feeling of wanting to manage on your own, at whatever cost, no matter how uncertain you are about where you're at. The person in this poem seems very close to some revelation that's going to make life easier. Really good ending, too, last line is fantastic.

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Ema, go ahead and brace yerself ma...well, under the circumstances...nahh, you know I can't just go along with this. Ema, I feel you rushed this ma. I have read your works that have either bought me to tears or filled me with unspeakable joy...this poem, well, lets just say: it left me speechless.
...and yeah I know, I aint wrote nothin in a minute, but I know when to hold em & when to fold em. ;-)

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Great imagination.

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I loved this

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The imagery in the poem is beautifully painted. The use of the waves and a boat for life sometimes not going smoothly is a great metaphor here. The flow seems a bit off some where but the poem as a whole is strong and shows your emotions in this piece clearly.

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I love the metophor for our lives on the ocean..sometimes we drift because we have no sails..perfectly penned

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yes ! too many anchors, not enough buoyance. indeed! clear skies, no waves : and still the boat rocked ! must be a special place : that somewhere between the wind and the waves.
hold the life rafts: how brave! a lesson still needed to be learned
tend that spark! you ll be along: indeed you will

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. my insides twist and churn and burn when i think of what you just said ... and only you can say it like you say it ... i remember what you'd said about being patient too ... it's time we empowered ourselves ... and found our own shade of independence ... no matter how hard it is ... won't ever forget your words ...

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they say many people drown because they panic...flail...never thinking to untie the anchors...one by one...
there usually is an exit...we just have to find it...
Very nice poetic...

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Beautiful, a great extended simile, excellently and sensitively drawn. There's little else I can say except I loved it!

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