Blow wind blow . . .


Neither
unexpected
nor respected
my free will
stranded

A storm broke out!

My ship is
my horse

And I am riding
the big waves
my will
is my
compass

(a silent whispering voice)

 - Where are
          you going . . .

I am going
my way. . .


away
away
away

 

as long
as I can!

(a silent whispering voice)

- Why?

Life

is hurting

me so bad
I couldn’t stand

the torture


so I brought

me a ship


and the place

was in a bottle

(a silent whispering voice)

- WHY
are
you
doing
this
to
yourself

You know
if you
don’t stop
you are
going to
die!

- Get out
of your bottle
and start
to live

THIS
IS
NOT

A
JOKE

I
am
your
free
will!





Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2011-09-25 at 07:23

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow Dan...this is really great...

Stan
2011-11-13



This is so beautiful, Mr Cederholm.
You capture brilliantly a private battle within the soul that I have experienced myself of late. For carelessness, it seems, has cast me adrift and I struggle to navigate the right path with my compass needle spinning out of control.
I love the imagery of the ship as a horse, and the sudden change of pace on the introduction of the bottle. Shelter from life's true storms is often seductive and a period of respite may serve to prepare each of us for the next sea voyage, whichever direction that might take, in fresher air.
Applause!
2011-09-25