lifestorm

Eric

don't know why i'm here...or what I am doing.....
feel like a ship rising and falling in the waves,
the bow slamming into the next wave,
the salt air pushing into my face,
the taste, the moisture.

There is no compass here, no sight of land.
Only the ocassionally glimpse of other ships in the distance,
seemingly to be stronger than me, to be better equipped to handle this storm.
who am I supposed to be in this life? who am I supposed to be with? Am I supposed to be with anyone? why aren't there answers? why aren't they clear? My stomach is tight. My body is burdened.
I hope this storm ends soon, and blue skies emerge....

coleen

the answers always come when you least expect them to and often when you aren't even looking.

good post, can't wait to read more.

Ms. Haiku

I've read a bit of Pablo Neruda poetry about Isla Negra (his house near the sea) recently and I'm really into ocean/sea imagery right now. I like this poem. Cool thing about the ocean is that it doesn't seem to give answers, though, you think?

Medicated-Genius

Welcome to our newest board member, Eric!!

I dunno why but when I say Eric, I wanna say Von Lichtenstein.......... nothing to do with anything

I knew you could do it man, and man, I am well impressed with your offering. The imagery here is fantastic, and I get the sounds of the lonely creeky of water logged wood and the cracked sun salt dried lips. In some ways, the journey to god know's where can be an exciting one, never know whats over that horizan.

Now, phase two of my evil plot, get Eric into the music, into the music, the music, the music............

violet ray

blue skies to you, eric