The oceanographer’s view on driftwood.

Love lapping against
the wooden heart
in sync with ocean tides,
past loves bore through
the timber structure
leaving rotten reminders.
The drowning vessel succumbs
to the sea of love
in an act of surrender
sinks shipwrecked
on the sea floor set adrift
the wooden heart was found
to be empty.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Might be one of the most poetic & lyrical things I've read from you lately. No spoofing or teasing, just straightforward sparkling dynamic imagery to tell a story. I love your quirkiness & it's also fun to see you produce more conventionally-expressed lines, too! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Margie for a lovely review too.

[kentuck14]

This oceanographer is also a philosopher! Nice flow of lines, Andrew . . . like the waves in the water!
Tom

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Tom, kind words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, what a tragic thought...that some day our heart will be found on the ocean floor...and there will be no treasure inside, no nothing...meaning we were gone even before we sank.
i really like this metaphor.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob.