Blue-eyed Bolla
Blue-eyed Bolla
Feb 20, 2023

Sea Dog

I’ll follow yon’ stream, down south to the shore,
just go, with the flow, to the sea.
I’ll take myself off to hide my heart’s hurt,
become someone else ‘stead of me.

I’ll dream and deny the pain I can’t cry,
soothe soul, in my boat, by the bay.
I’ll take the high tide, lift anchor and glide,
steal stillness and stow it away.

Rub salt in my wounds and watch them all heal,
(old Sea-Dog had taught me that ruse.)
Make coastline my home, inland will not roam,
will take up again with my Muse!

And when the dawn breaks, comes casting its spell,
a new man you’ll find on the beach:
of seafaring bent, a jack-tar content,
with heart that bad love cannot reach!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Heave to and show a leg, read me poem and feel me freedom!

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Buxton, Derbyshire., GBR

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Comments

Alex Tanner

Well me old pirate sail ye down to the pacific, find a dusky maid and sail the islands with your new shipmate. Loved the poem by the way. Alex

Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

You got the making of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course.

Long John Silver -Treasure Planet

Don't ask me why but you made me think of that quote and I think it might be applied whichever way works for you ;)

I think it's an excellent poem me matey! I don't see anything to critique.

kind regards Seren/Jayne