Lost

The water's

Vengeful ubiquity

Surrounds the

Hapless prisoner as she

Cowers in her

Polished cell.

Through tear

Smeared "i"s,

She observes the

Rancor of the

Petulant spray

As it punishes her

For her wandering

Nonchalance,

Her aimless

Indifference.

The roiling maw

Of foam and salt

Ingests

and

Rejects

Her in an eternal

Cycle

Of retribution.

As she presses her skin,

Wrinkled from the

Memory

Of a life long

Forgotten,

Against the transparency

Of her

Confinement,

A sibilant sigh

Escapes her.

Under the vindictive

Eye of the

Almighty depths,

Her prison

Gently shatters;

She is softly

Consumed

By the remorseful

Tears

Of the many

Despondent messengers

That went

Before her.

Author's Note

A description of a message in a bottle :D

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Ben this is wonderful. Giving the message life and feeling. Tribulations to suffer through and to finally be destroyed by. Puts me very much in mind of a genie in a bottle tossed into oblivion and lost forever. Most excellent use of words and imagery. This is another one of yours that is a favorite :)

[A.E. Surdam]

Nicely written. Very intriguing and interesting. I liked how the words flowed together. "Gently shatters; she is softly consumed." Love it.

[Daniel Atkinson]

"The roiling maw of foam and salt"... brilliant.

[FJ Davis]

You seem to delight in microscoping the curious, as well as the most-overlooked mundane. Not many modern poets would have chosen this as a subject: the demise of a message in a bottle; a dramatic demise, at that.
Nothing wrong with being a maverick--especially, when you produce product like this.
Very fine work, Ben.

[Skoo.]

This is absolutely amazing O:
I am literally awestruck...
100/100 (: xx

[ice]

Perhaps a message in a bottle, or perhaps a poem about death?
"Despondent messengers
That went
Before her."

Nice work, but not simple as you suggest...
enjoyed