Little Boat

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Precarious atop this pillar

Though joy our natural state is preached

I struggle not to fall back

Into the sea of negativity


Years daily dowsed with suffering

In a house of eggshell carpets

Until its familiarity no longer fit

I gave myself permission to embark


My meagerness in a little boat

I sailed to even stormier seas

There seagulls heckled and

Dark shadows circled waiting


Never alone I had my amulets

My quill and fairy dust

Precious beans and agates

And my vial of sweet poison


When hard rains pelted and

Lightening charred my tiny vessel

I pulled them close and waited

For the blackest cloud to pass


Now on unfamiliar dry ground

I fail to find my balance

And watch you flail in what

Were my waters


I would trade my pillar for your boat

If I knew the course

For here you would sit in comfort

And at sailing I'm adept



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Mentalist acer 5 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

Adrift alone,I take it,one finds their way.;)


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Randy I am sitting here with what feels like icy cold hands holding my rib cage. This is just stunning. It is crammed full of wonderful images but I feel I want to hold one verse up, from all the other splendid verses, because it just hits me straight between the eyes and in my stomach.

"Never alone I had my amulets

My quill and fairy dust

Precious beans and agates

And my vial of sweet poison"

Marked up and awesome... What else?


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Never alone, MA, never totally alone, but yes there is always a way.

TL your comments are always so delightful to receive. My amulets are real things thinly disguised here, to those that don't know me well. I'm really glad you liked that stanza. Thank you for always taking the time to read me.


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

Beautiful poem. Love the photo, too.


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Your poetry is crafted with complete symmetry.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Tom, I usually spend an hour or two trying to find the right photo and found this one in five minutes!

Mckbirdeks, do I? I'm happy to hear it.


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

Enjoyed as always RB. Some lovely images


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks Tony. I'm glad I'm consistent.


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alekhouse 5 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

I love this, Randy...what a wonderful metaphor.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks alekhouse. Without metaphors I would stutter and sputter and throw up my hands. Truly I would not longer be able to communicate.


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Cardisa 5 years ago from Jamaica

Very tempestuous, reminds me of a past relationship. Love it's thrill!

Cardisa


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Morning Cardissa! Tempestuous sounds so much more exciting than my life!


Doug Turner Jr. 5 years ago

Much to ponder here -- especially the ending, where everything is turned on its head and we question whether the narrator secretly relishes the more turbulent aspects of life.

Eggshell carpets -- sounds like a nightmare to walk on.

Peace, Randy.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks for the comment Doug. Not so much relishes as feels at home in. And as for the carpets, yes they were.


Marina Lester 5 years ago

Awesome contemplation, being at home in struggle and challenge, dangerous indeed... I know of what you mean, wanting the 'promise lands' of happiness but finding out how truly you're ready to throw yourself into the next battle, shark invested waters and exchanged angry glares at very dark clouds... Even negative feelings become preferred and comfortable, because it is what we know and what is familiar to us, what we understand... I know the boat, and taking wise people's advise I abandoned it and swam through shark waters to be happy :). Awesome poem, really enjoyed it!


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

I'm glad you can relate Marina. No actually I'm not glad you relate... that's awful. I'm glad you understood this though. :)


Marina Lester 5 years ago

Love sharing with you Randy, this poem it actually bringing up something which is very important as I believe many of us develop behaviors which are destructive without our conscious mind always realizing it. I am not sorry that I really understand this, I hold my darker past as an ironic treasure for the unique perspective I have gained and a deep sense of appreciation which could not have been without facing the storm. As it goes "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger..." And truly thank you for this piece, more people need to hear it and think about it. :) Cheers!


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Marina I actually wrote a hub called "What doesn't kill us..." Like minds and all that. Cin Cin


mckbirdbks 5 years ago

This would lend itself to a reading. I can envision a book of poetry/readings/illustration, with your name on the cover.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks mcbirdbks, I'll try this one next :)


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W. B. Isley 5 years ago from Monett, MO

Miss Randy,

I too had my amulets to get me through my struggles. I have since learned that I am never alone. Some days I get to relearn that lesson minute by minute, and some days I have many hours that I remember this.

Thank you for putting these things in writing. We all need to hear them.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

W.B., thank you for reminding me my lessons aren't just for me.


Claudia Schönfeld 5 years ago

the eggshell carpets hit me coz i feel a bit myself like walking on such eggshells but haven't given myself permission to embark so far...deep write randy

rgd. your question on my blog...it was all peaceful until some thoughts hit me like rockets, seeing them building their castles and i was wondering what i am building and what i failed to build...thoughts that come sometimes out of the blue...but good to give them room..


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Those of us who walk or walked on eggshells seem to resonate with those words immediately.

Thanks for the clarification on your latest poem!

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