HAPPY 2013 NAPOWRIMO!! Number 1, comin' at ya!
(Okay, that sounds like I'm going to pee on you. I won't. Not until you read my first NaPoWriMo poem, at least.)
Paper Boats
(Okay, that sounds like I'm going to pee on you. I won't. Not until you read my first NaPoWriMo poem, at least.)
Paper Boats
On a night river, the travelers release their paper boats.
Floating from dock-town desks, they seek to thicken souls
over feet
And touch worlds beyond atlas edges.
That moment of disconnection—when paper is on its own—incites
a frightful dance.
Although it was their intention, the travelers fear new
docks,
Shaking in how raw their ships may seem.
How clumsy, how blistered,
How thin or desperate to sink.
In paper berths, they dispatch the pinkest pieces of their
hearts—
To chum the water and wait.
Blood often calls the frenzy.
Tooth and tentacle can drag a vessel to its death,
But a tailwind can play the savior.
Once the craft has left its wake upon the world and returned
to its dock-town,
The travelers know which libation to drink.
Wine tilts for praises.
Brine spills for razes,
And for both,
Travelers’ throats are again soaked in requests from a night
river,
On which no paper boat has yet sailed in full mettle.
Ah, I love this! Your language is so captivating, your imagery so...delectable. I love the use of seafaring as a metaphor for the art of writing or simple creation. "Once the craft has left its wake upon the world and returned to its dock-town, / The travelers know which libation to drink. / Wine tilts for praises. / Brine spills for razes,"...So much truth, haha. I'm in love with this poem...so thanks for not peeing on me, lol.
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