No more Moorings, No more Ports

On leaving home and wanderlust.

Are memoirs outdated? Surely, they must be.
So I’m pullin’ up these anchors and I’m shippin’ out to sea.

No more rubbing keel against the coral,
scrapin’ by on tattered hands,
So I’m pullin’ up these moorings, shovin’ off for distant lands.

My pa left me a b*****d, see it in these limpid eyes;
Me ma tried, best she could, between her wailin’ cries.
Coasts ain’t done me any favors, leavin’ naught but broken bones
So I’m pullin’ up the halyards, leavin’ port to find a home.

Born with heartstrings thick as chains, trollin’ dead out from the chest,
So call me Capt’ of Nomad Heart, and let me brave the rest.
Rollin’ waves rock men astern, of this, I’m rather savvy.
But Rhapsodize? Better to try, and ship out as a navvy.
Perhaps move up to boatswain, n’ learn to risk my neck.
Perhaps I’ll risk this nape too much and end up ‘mongst a wreck.
Perhaps I’ll live real long, maybe even form a crew.

No more moorings,
No more ports,
this time at dock is through.

Reviews

[Luisa]

This one makes amazing use of tone. It's like you're in character, really. Other than that, good rhyme, good line length and flow, good use of diction…it reads wonderfully and it rings true of you.

[MoriartyMesa]

Nice salt air about this, it has a 'sail on, sailor' ring to it.