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
- Омар Хайям – Ну, допустим, что будет тебе и почет
- Mesopotamia by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Пытки
- Sonnet CXXX by William Shakespeare
- Ольга Седакова – Из песни Данте
- Question mark remarks by Mark Miller
- To Sea by Martin Zakovski
- Владимир Маяковский – Про это
- Grace Before Song poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Exposure by Wilfred Owen
- On Messrs Hussey and Coffin by Phillis Wheatley
- Sheep In Fog by Sylvia Plath
- Картошка
- Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare
- Николай Заболоцкий – Предостережение
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).
