I am only the oarsman.

In an ocean of possibilities
with hormones at the helm
I was only the oarsman.

It was not I who
guided love on the rocks
nor was I responsible
for the broken heart;
a vessel in need of repair,
taking in tears of regret,
drowning, sinking
to the depths of despair.

No! It was not I,
for I was only
the oarsman.

Reviews

[The dark Hydra]

an ocean of posibititys and i choose this to read, what a waist of my time

[barleygirl]

Typical! Not taking responsibility for poking in the ole oar. Your twists of phrase are clever (((HUGS)))

[andrew mitchell]

No not that at all. Trying to convey how we are run by hormones that fog our decisions of the heart.

[barleygirl]

I enjoy seeing the difference in the way we each see this. Thanks for sharing (((HUGS)))

[Chris Shaw]

I believe you. It was the passenger you were carrying. She dun it sir.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Haha love the comeback Chris.