06-13-2015, 01:14 AM
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Nostalgia perches on fragile limb
Warbling wearish notes of mother's hymn.
He'll cross the sea, wooden mast tight grasped
While wrinkles crinkle present and past.
Admiration and merit surround
But he's unaware of his renown.
A flash of white, then a bitter taste
Transports him to yet another place.
His body strikes and his heart still roams-
His last days are spent; sailing alone.
It seems so blah to me, not quite sure how to fix it.
Nostalgia perched on frail limb,
Fading notes of mother's hymn.
Across the sea, a wooden mast,
Rips and creases mar his past.
Love surrounds, he's unaware,
Family grieves, he only stares.
A flash of white, a bitter taste,
Once again, another place.
A blink, a cry, he's so alone,
His body strikes, his heart still roams.
That fickle fate, trapped his mind,
A stranger, all it left behind.
Nostalgia perches on fragile limb
Warbling wearish notes of mother's hymn.
He'll cross the sea, wooden mast tight grasped
While wrinkles crinkle present and past.
Admiration and merit surround
But he's unaware of his renown.
A flash of white, then a bitter taste
Transports him to yet another place.
His body strikes and his heart still roams-
His last days are spent; sailing alone.
It seems so blah to me, not quite sure how to fix it.
Nostalgia perched on frail limb,
Fading notes of mother's hymn.
Across the sea, a wooden mast,
Rips and creases mar his past.
Love surrounds, he's unaware,
Family grieves, he only stares.
A flash of white, a bitter taste,
Once again, another place.
A blink, a cry, he's so alone,
His body strikes, his heart still roams.
That fickle fate, trapped his mind,
A stranger, all it left behind.
I relish writing bad poems, if it means someday I'll write a good one.