Ties

Upon our world, we stand astern, vigilante

Of everything under the sun,

Observant of our new horizons,

Tied to our old ones, tales sailed and done.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Interesting and apt application of a nautical themed look at the road before us.

NOTES: In the first line, did you mean "vigilant" as in watchful? Or did you mean "vigilante" as in a self-appointed group who take the law into their own hands?

[A Modern Hippy]

Haha! Wasn't subtle enough if the first person to look got it now, was it. :P It was a play on the word. Attempted play, rather.

[MomzillaNC]

Okay. Changes the meaning a little, but still quite apt. We must take control of our own journeys, after all. My own poem, "I AM the Journey" has much the same point.

[A Modern Hippy]

Thank you. I agree, it's not perfect, but very little of what I write is. In fact the flaws of the works are common themes of the works, if that makes sense to you. :) I will look at that one now. :3

[MomzillaNC]

It does make sense. Flaws and errors can even be inspiration for another write, as with my poem, "Strange." But, I always believe it's more important to hold to the honesty of our words before the elegant constraints.

[A Modern Hippy]

I see the similar theme in your poem.
Aye, this is true. One of my numerous literary flaws. I have a penchant for getting caught in the language, and losing track or sight of what I am trying to express. Working on that. :)

[MomzillaNC]

IKWYM! Aren't we all working on that? :D

[A Modern Hippy]

Haha! So we are! So we are. :D