|
A poem built around the idea that I am a drunken boat captain
by Jolie Jordan
Sloppy in a bar,
even closed eyelids
see what I cannot
It is winter again and we are getting fat.
certainly it isn't my cooking, so if what they say is true;
aren't we supposed to be happy now?
I've departed from my love
I thrash about; drunk at sea
as I heard the voice of the waters
and wished to drown.
12/05/2011 Author's Note: Everybody's gotta learn sometime.
Posted on 12/06/2011
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 12/06/11 at 06:47 PM Some powerful imagery in this and some very strong emotion. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 12/06/11 at 08:19 PM Yes! Great imagery. The first stanza really is good, in its simplicity but profundity. ~JPP |
| 