I sail this sea that has bequeathed my mind
upon this wooden door, still throughout time.
The lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet
as I reach for the note my fingertips meet.
“Within the pocket lies the unlocking key.”
I look in the hole and see only me.
Perhaps I’ll unleash this ocean someday
and share with the world a vast array.
Until then I’ll lay cold, alone in defeat
as the lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- In A Restaurant by Sara Teasdale
- Everyone Sang by Siegfried Sassoon
- Drying Their Wings by Vachel Lindsay
- The Little Turtle by Vachel Lindsay
- The ‘eathen by Rudyard Kipling
- Dica by Sappho
- Ольга Берггольц – Тост
- The Scratch by Raymond Carver
- Василий Тредиаковский – Мое сердце все было в страсти
- София Парнок – Триолеты
- Аля Кудряшева – И если Богу нужны гимнасты
- The Masks of Love
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы вместе грабили одну и ту же хату
- Life Is Motion by Wallace Stevens
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
