THE BARQUE IN WHICH I SET SAIL
by Gordon Kuhn
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9/15/2010
First light came before me and with pure colors ran
and I sat bleakly before the dull surfaced withered wall
immovable as though I was stuffed inside a can
or perhaps bridled, hobled, tied in a horses stall
I breathed in the sent of breakfast
the smell of bacon cooking down the hall
and wished it could forever last
but then such deeds would forever stall
the changing coming of the day
the coming blanket of the night
where all wishes for and wont
in secret places, whispered, kept out of sight
the lay of some daily plan
stands out stark before me
the smell of eggs cooking in a frying pan
my soul breaths and wishes to be set free
from wrapped flesh and clinging bone
decayed and left behind in a sea tossed foam
where the wind howls in a steady moan
the barque in which I set sail now floats emply, lost
and I am all alone.
All right! I love your poems and the fact that you keep finding ways of getting them out there. We have all been in this one place and if someone hasn't they have missed having a relevant feeling.
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