Lost at Sea

The emotion of transitions

Lost at Sea

at first the waves seem a constant rhythm

pounding  

pushing back

pulling out

turning under

it hurts, stings really…

kinked and battered

the rolling calm rocks

and now I see

there is a rise and fall

a spasm of circumstance

whim of temperatures battle contrasted wind

here, in the dead calm is death…

in this isolation, the storm will have its way

yet in the chaos of proximity

there was... or rather is, life

the tree line disappears

water is no longer fresh

citrus is withering on the deck

finally I understand…

hoisting my sail

destiny takes form

and I pray

wondering if I will ever feel

blessed pounding, pushing, pulling, and turning of a new shore

Author's Note

I have made an effort to write uplifting poetry of late. This is a mood and a reality. There is hope even when we feel lost however. My desire is to comfort others who feel lost at times and assure them they are not feeling this in isolation. Also, I believe we can one day sail upon a pristine shore.

Reviews

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Yeah ..life sucks sometimes

But it's LIFE !

J.

[David Scott]

Is this your take home J? Ha. :). You slay me.
I'm asking the reader to look at the sunrise and you are still looking for sharks... Here, have an orange. I packed a few for the trip to prevent scurvy. ;)
Thank you for the read Jazz!

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

I just saw a battle....... no sunrise... But I hear you..NOW ..:)

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

I am drawn into anything to do with the sea or the ocean and this was worth the read I very much liked it your words crashed powerful like waves

[David Scott]

Samantha, I am glad you found a familiar feeling in the write. We all have places our nature melds with better than other places. Like people, places connect us to our inner truths as well. Thank you for reading.

[Savannah Bly]

Will we ever see shore? Or will we drown and be lost forever?

These questions and thoughts I creatively think of when reading this. Amazing job!!

[David Scott]

Thank you Savannah. I see you have reviewed several of my poems today. I am traveling today, but I will stop by you work soon. I'm happy to see you enjoyed the write.

[icelandicblue]

Drowning physically or metaphorically is an image that has weight and you use it well. Smooth sailing to you David.

[David Scott]

Hey blue. Actually this is more about sailing than drowning... I was kidding around with Dale.
read moreHey blue. Actually this is more about sailing than drowning... I was kidding around with Dale.
Thank you for reading. :)

[icelandicblue]

I read it, and I couldn't help but read the beginning about the dead calm before the tree line is found. One can always find personal meaning in a poem even if the poet didn't mean it!

[David Scott]

ah... I see Blue.
I understand. you can rest a while on my raft... Much love dear poet. You are not alone.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We can drown in our own emotions and fears… very nicely done sir.

[David Scott]

gurgle gurgle gurtle... blurp.
Yes, drowning. Ha.
Thank you Dale. :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

I'd hand you a life preserver but I only have one, LOL

[David Scott]

That's ok, I am learning to breath under water. ha.

[Jennie Baron]

Very imaginative, perceptive and expressive yet with an economy of words that I love. And yes, I like that you end with a note of hope as I always try to do.

[David Scott]

Thank you Jennie. I guess I don't force it, but if I allow it, hope finds a way to express itself.
I happy you enjoyed the write.

[Erotic Goddess]

the rolling calm rocks with mothering tenderness - this line was the only one that disrupted the fire of this for me. Otherwise this was gorgeously laid out and moving. You did a great job of waving your theme into your words well. xxoxx

[David Scott]

Thank you EG.
I agree with you. Thank you. I actually edited this right away.
So happy to have your feedback. I will look in on your page soon. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

We cannot always be bright and shining light... the reality can be dismal...

In this you portray the battering sea trying to drown a soul...
yet through the storm (which continuously tosses chaos), I see a glimmer of hope... "and turning of a new shore"...

I would hold on to that Hope....

A captivating write, dearest Scott.~xoxo~

[David Scott]

Thank you for your response Robbie. There is hope. Sometimes shores need to be left behind even if we never find the other side of the ocean...
Your words comforted me.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I agree... it's the only way to move on... xx :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wondering and praying, sailing in faith among the contrasted winds, rising and faling in spasms of reality... Whoa David. You have summed up life marvelously with glimmers of hope at the end...A great write...:)..........

[David Scott]

Thank you very much Sami.
I do have hope and I want to give it to others when I write. Still, there are times when all seems lost. Yes, this is life for most people I think.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:)......................

[Frieda P]

Feel as though I"m drowning in your words Scott. You don't need an author's note begging your pardon for not being all upbeat, life hardly ever is. I love the raw out of control emotions of this one. You left it on a hopeful note, a lifeline so to speak, your signature mark for sure....must be something in the air, I just wrote one similar. I don't think there were safety nets in mine at the end though. I digress, I love this write, a favorite...going on the shelf toot sweet!

[David Scott]

Well dear Frieda, I do try to throw a line just in case... ha. I like the idea of having this as a signature of my work. I hope it is true. :)
Yet, I feel the need to be honest and to cry out in pain from time to time... I think we need to give this example as well, so others may feel a kinship in their sorrows and trials.
I will stop by and read you r work today. May not get by till later this afternoon.
Thank you again my friend. I am honored you enjoyed the write.