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Iron-rust, and corrosion
chronicle forgotten years
spent
in the drydock basin, where I lay
in disrepair.  A ship
unaware of the ocean, wracked
upon the waves of long ago
and marked with wounds
only salt can heal.

But storms are kind
reminders of the way seawater swells
into knuckles and joints
and trembles beneath the hull
while carrying men to port,
often safely.

And in the windspray
of one such storm
I tasted just a hint
of salt, of you
and knew, again
something I once thought
in passing
before time and reason
took courage from me.
hmm, I like how this came out. Yep.
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WanderingErato Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I like how this came out too, even though it sounds sad to me.
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:iconnawkaman:
I suppose there is a certain reflective sadness to it, but the overall tone was meant to be one of hope. The title is supposed to be the end realization. I had it as part of the poem but it felt like it hit too squarely on the nose.
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WanderingErato Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I can see that, now that I reread it.

I've come to discover that poetry is such a two-sided endeavour. The writer has this something that they want to express, and that's most all I've ever focused on. But I'm realizing that the reader, too, brings an entire universe of experiences to it as well - and sometimes it can bring entirely different emotions.
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:iconaldwarke:
You are so right. A poet was asked if he meant a certain thing in his poem. He answered 'Yes, if you thought so'.
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WanderingErato Jan 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I like that answer. :)
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:iconnawkaman:
I think that is quite often true. Certain images or words have very different associations from person to person. And often times, the way I write is not conducive to being understood the way it was thought in my head. I like to leave things unsaid, sometimes to a fault.
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WanderingErato Jan 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's the brooding, mysterious poet in you, I'm quite sure. :)

I have it, too.
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Haha, mysterious I am not so sure I qualify for. But thank you, for thinking so. :D
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