by Mr. Darcy
Hello Ben, |
by Ben Pickard
As long as you give me some rum to go with, Michael. Thanks. |
I too enjoyed the format, and felt the process of coming to a resolution. The thought of possibly returning home, whether that be reconciling with one's past, or realizing at some point you have to face the land, and everything that haunted or haunts you there. I felt many things while reading this. I liked the greater understanding that one can only be gone for so long, before there is a call to return. We're not meant to be lost forever. No matter if we're running away or just hoping to find peace, we have to often confront what either waits ahead or behind us. The imagery here was meaningful, with the metaphor and reflection on how easily we can lose our direction and purpose, so it becomes nearly impossible to see or know the future, to navigate our life... especially when there are obstacles, weights, things to crowd our mind (like the birds). |
I loved the subtle rhymes, Dad! I haven't seen a poem like this one before, but I think it's well executed! |
by hiraeth
Brilliant idea to have each stanza take the form of a mast, expertly written as always Ben. |
by Ben Pickard
Thank you all for your time and thoughts. |
by Walter
Your poem flows so beautifully and I wish the same for your ship to make it home. Well-written Ben and I enjoyed this one. |
by Ben Pickard
Thanks so much, Walter. |
Beautiful. Hope you're doing well. - Jess |
by Ben Pickard
Thanks, Jessica. All good here. Hope you and yours are well, too. |