the water isn't the only blue reflection

the water isn't the only blue reflection

 

 

 

salty sandman

ships of dreams ashore

in ruins,

the sailor full speed ahead

sternly steers his heart

 

toward deep waters

where everything love

swims without a life vest

 

and chances become the waves

of future interest

from a crow's nest

 

where wings shake the granules

and a new compass direction

leaves the albatross behind.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/16/16

Reviews

[barleygirl]

One of your best collections of metaphors, all nicely connected to the sea, with a few stand-out concepts well stated: "salty sandman" . . . "where everything love swims without a life vest" . . . and "a new compass direction leaves the albatross behind" . . . so many strong messages within these word pictures.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, barleygirl.

j.

[redzone]

damn the torpedos full steam ahead Jacob, to hell with "blue waters" and "albatross" we are going to sail that "everything love" sea even if it ruins us and throws us wrecked on sandy shore where the albatross will get its revenge and poop on our heads!!! sheesh and all we wanted was a love that was a bit more gentle.... aarrgh matey, I am tossing that compass into the sea, i am a land lubber now... good sailing to ya old salt!!!

your metaphors always always take me to very interesting places Jacob, er.. I mean matey... thank you

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

aye aye....and thanks for your words, Curt.

j.

[Papaya]

Setting sail towards a new love and leaving behind the old one that weighs us down, a fresh start.
Really liked that second verse.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your words...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Leaving the past in the past is always a good idea. Crying oneself to sleep over a lost love...who has not done that and sworn it will never happen again? How is it that there is always another albatross to take the place of the old one? A subsection of Murphy's Law if you ask me. As always, your metaphors are wonderful, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, another one takes its place..."water water everywhere, nor any drop to drink"
thank you, my friend, for your words.
j

[Strider Marcus Jones]

Love the imagery. Very real in time and place. Sad but hopeful. The albatross sinks below the waves and a condor takes its place. Wonderful poem. 100/100

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Strider.

j.

[Shabeeh Haider]

When dreams are in ruins then steering your heart in the deep sea of love can be suicidal..... that too without a life vest.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true...thank you for your words, Shabeeh.

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

It's strange how our minds take a piece of someone else's work and relate it to ourselves -- for me, all I can think about is the blue eyes that helped me shake my own albatross. Thank you for that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for relating, KL...

j.

[V]

Reads like steering head first into love, a reckless sail on the dangerous ways of affection though guarding your heart consistently might not lead into the right direction. I like the metaphors, the sea images and particularly the line displaying the lack of life vests, what a perfect description.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Vanessa.


j.

[V]

You're welcome.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I sense here that the sea is like a huge tree and our sailor friend is hanging from a branch far out on the end. Unfortunately it's unsustainable.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, unsustainable....thank you, my friend.

j.