Loveless Breeze

A tale of empty romance.

I dreamed I was the proud captain of
a sailing ship that sailed the seven seas.

One day I imagined myself strapped
to the mast, covered in ravenous fleas.  

It startled me so that I began to
row though, to the eye, no land could be seen. 

I perished there beneath those white
squares the victim of loveless breeze.

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

A lovely, very interesting poem. Short and simple, yet exceptionally profound and intriguing.

[Tam Warink]

Please, pardon my seemingly ungracious questions but what about struck you as profound? There are so many here that bandy the word about I fear I shall never learn the essence. Perhaps it is my ignorance that is profound?

[Gleb Zavlanov]

It has a deep message. I find it so mainly due to the way you pictured an empty romance. It was very interesting and ended nicely, and can certainly be learned from. And no, it is not your ignorance.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Gleb, for that insight.

[Draven]

Your poetic words stole me away with the first stanza.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you for reading, Cas. I do appreciate your review(s).

[Lourisa]

A lovely poem, Tam. I was hooked right from the first line. Great imagery.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Lourisa! Are you on a quest?

[Lourisa]

Never-ending it seems.

[Pattishari]

This poem is perfection,each word has a purpose, a duty, and it is delivered in a manner that I both appreciate, and hope one day will be able to achieve. I've read it, and now feel compelled to read again.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Patti. I appreciate your comments and pausing to read! :)

[Pattishari]

You have such a wonderful way of expressing yourself in writing - you're very gifted.

[Tam Warink]

It is with difficult ease that the heart is deceived.

[Pattishari]

And it is with a pen that we find a
Voice to share our deceptions

[Tam Warink]

How true.. a voice that speaks while mind and pen, connected by pensive gravity, share an eccentric orbit about the brilliant orb of illumination.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i get something from this...one who puts himself so far above others...will die a rather nasty death of ego...and very much alone.

[Tam Warink]

I do like that interpretation, Jacob! Thank you for the insight.

[Frieda P]

'Ravenous fleas', ewwie, not a good one to go....loveless breezes, now that's a concept that I understand, no more midnight margaritas for you Tam. Color me Seafoam green.

[Tam Warink]

Ha! ..done and done. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Oh... there's no flies on you, my friend. But I suggest you forgo the salt air and switch to honey. Great forlorn shanty, here.

[Tam Warink]

So, like, I bring you a case of honey and we're good, right? Lips and honey and oh my.. yum! :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Don't get fresh. I am on low carb.

[Tam Warink]

If you ever experience me getting "fresh" then the Fountain of Youth is near at hand. ;-)

[Pryde Foltz]

We could all use a splash of those waters.