SOAKED

Soaked
on a gray, rainy
summer’s day. . .

pangs abound–
luckily, here’s shelter
of a kind–

I can take solace,
as I see
the rim of waning
light of day
under cloak of blue cast clouds
a two-stripe dusky sky,
as red blinking beacons guide
big freighter ships
into their destined port–

I hope some such signal
comes to me,
with comparable clarity
to guide me back home–

a journey stretched
too long at sea
is unsettling as a sport.

“Soaked” in poetry
Muse co-habitates with me
I accept humbly.

“Time and Space and Place
to Stand” I sought, ever seek
but that was last week. :-)

Thank you, Jingle,
Magdalena Herman
and Poets All for fitting company.

I nominate Harry Nicholson!

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37 Responses to SOAKED

  1. poetryroad says:

    A nice read! Good job!

  2. Very nice. I love the vividness of your words and the intense yearning I feel while reading this poem.

  3. Jingle says:

    your words make lovely splashes.
    well done.
    :)

  4. Thank you, Poetry Road, Charles and Jingle!

  5. luna15 says:

    i got the feeling of loneliness yet somehow hopeful

  6. Nice read, love the flow to the piece. Really like the almost hesitation in the early going. Worked really well moving into the poem. The last two stanzas are great, just love the imagery there, thanks:)

  7. Thank you, Fred,
    What a wonderful review!

  8. Simple & inspiring “)

  9. You took me with you and took me back to may days of seashore past times

  10. magher1 says:

    I can feel some deeper meaning in this journey… It’s always good to be back home though. Nice one!

  11. ZQ says:

    That “inner beacon” is always “home”…thank you for reminding me to keep my eye on it. A very lovely piece.

  12. I really love the imagery in this, your words are very affecting.

  13. Ravenblack says:

    It seems so easy to lose one’s objective after a while, all the difficulties and obstacles, and getting lost too much is wearisome. So it’s natural to wish for a guiding light at the right time to guide one back to one’s objective or at least back onto the right path. Love this poem and really enjoyed it. :)

  14. No more rewarding journey than the coming home to oneself. Once we begin that path, we’re halfway there. Lovely read, thank you.

  15. loneliness is common for all, it is up to you to make it turn around and becomes source of creativity.

    smart poetry.
    share your work with poetry potluck today.

    • Thanks Jingle,
      That’s what a lot of us seem to be doing– I see that more and more as I read around for the Rally. One of these days I do want to try the Potluck, too.

  16. danroberson says:

    When the sea calls you must go,
    Over the waves where the wind blows,
    And once with adventure you get your thrill,
    It’s home again over rocks and hill,
    For the call of home is equally strong,
    Until again you hear the siren’s song.

    Beautiful poem, from sea to roam, outward, inward, there’s no place like home.

  17. carefreewanderer says:

    Lovely word flow! Lonely and hopeful, cheerful and musty all at once. Absolutely loved it!

  18. I like grey days but then, I’m Scottish, so I’m stuck with them! And I, too, would still look for that guide back home! Lovely poem.

  19. Jingle says:

    perfect,

    nominate a poet for week 48, done,
    thanks.

  20. nice, this is relaxing, and peaceful, thank you, much appreciated, WS

  21. i really admire this,its so alive, thank you, much appreciated, WS

  22. Thanks very much WS,
    for this and your previous comment.

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