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

  $12.50

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.

[LonelySoul]

tho only a glimps upon the horizon,as far as my eyes can see,
were the tips of the whitest sails,ever seen upon the sea,
I waited on the LightHouse deck,being just a young lad,
eyes searching ever seaward,for my long lost dad,
t'was a red tide he went fishing,
and three long months of wishing,
each passing sail my mother would wail,
because my father was still missing...

[Revolutionary]

so beautiful.I enjoy reading your poems most of all.I was in Texas working.When I am working I don't have acess to a computer.I got a month off so I will take time to read more of your stuff.I can't find the life poem you wanted me to read

[JENY]

After reading the poem….
I feel as if…..I myself..
Reached home after a voyage….
Very beautiful……
My mind swayed with the waves and ship….
I like reading your poems….
They are different…..from other’s…
In many ways…..

[WriterSki7]

Yet another wonderful example of an ABCB poem. Beautiful flow, incredible imagry; I have read few poems that have moved me like this. Believe me when I tell you a job well done!

[SR Urie]

Hey Tate,
Good write, man. Keep the sun to the port bow and keep the other ships off the beam, and as ol' Christopher Columbus once said, 'a sailor's dream will lead him home.' (Not an exact quote) Thanx for sharing!
BZ

[Aggie Skeleton]

I love the sea, and I love this poem.

[The Analog Kid]

I really like stanza five. Very reflective, and nice imagery of the sea.

[Adora.xo]

Awe, this was a beatiful peace! Very heart-wrenchin =]


!Adora

[The Wave]

Another Lovely piece...

This poem is a journey in itself and I was glad to have read it. Really nicely written. Has a calming effect to it too...
Good job