It’s been nearly three years
You are still lost at sea.
I send this corked in hope
It is my last glass bottle.
Do you read each of my exhalations
From your tropical paradise?
You may even have a collection
Smugly adorning your wall.
Did they ever make it that far?
Perhaps this too may be drowned
As the others before
I’m sure I will never know
This is the last.
I have no more exhalations.
These screams and breaths of mine
Pierce the paper they are inscribed on.
I hope the seal is tight.
And the ink won’t smear.
I didn’t expect the moonlight
To tarnish so quickly in the fog
My feet sunk deep into the tide
Are well wrinkled by now.
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I am interested in the one who was lost for “nearly three years”. Who is inspired this poem?
Did you see parts 1&2? Its someone I can not speak to nor make them understand how I feel. The intense frustration feels like screaming to a sealed vacuum and not being heard. Check out “sailboat”. I guess you could say it introduces the “glass bottle” parts. Its a conversation to be had over a martini or three.