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No Tide
by V. Blakei fell asleep upon the ocean and
woke to find i was an optimist
floating on a sunset-slaughtered bay.
i saw i couldn't see the shore
and guessed it didn't miss me
since it barely even whispered anymore.
there was a song that got inside my head
and i like to think it may have just been yours,
you are wind chimes to a hurricane
i am someone else's weathervane
and i can't remember how things were before. 05/11/2011 Author's Note: I can't tell if this is happy or sad, but I like it.
Posted on 05/12/2011
Copyright © 2025 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Doreen Cavazza on 05/12/11 at 12:17 AM I'd say it's a mixture of both happy and sad. It's forlorn and sunny. I like the metaphors and rising and falling mood in this. Nice work. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/12/11 at 12:26 AM I also like this piece of yours. It has a sense of mystery about it that almost forces you to read and reread it. Well done Vince I am currently in the middle of Arizona and I must say the sky is something you can't get away from here. It is the exclamation point of the mountains, the valleys, and the desert as well as everything else one can see. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 05/18/11 at 02:13 AM A new favorite... I love the wind chime and weathervane and all of the places my mind can go with them and its absurd fascination of skewed passion. Love it. |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 05/24/11 at 02:29 AM I like it too |
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