”A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” — John A. Shedd.
I sought safety and refuge,
For over half my adult life,
Telling tales of madness,
Spinning old yarns,
Picking up daily –
Where I’d left off before.
Many maps, laid claim –
To fortunes –
Beyond my wildest dreams,
I learned from old pirates,
Of the beauty of a life,
At sea, unknowing –
What waves would come my way.
So I let go of bowlines,
And sailed the sea,
Finding treasures,
In the depths,
Of myself –
Of which no map speaks.
Kevin Brown © 09.08.2016
August 10, 2016 at 12:35 AM
Although a sailor’s life is not for me. I love the thought of finding treasures deep within myself. Beautiful poem, thank you.
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August 10, 2016 at 12:36 AM
Thank you for taking the time to read it
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August 10, 2016 at 1:00 AM
Well written. The best treasures are the ones you find within.
Tim
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August 10, 2016 at 7:34 PM
Thank you for taking the time to read it
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August 13, 2016 at 4:36 AM
I really like this poem. if you don’t mind I would love to feature this on my poetry corner. I will reblogged this post on my blog so others can come to your page.
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August 13, 2016 at 4:55 AM
Reblogged this on kgbethlehem and commented:
Good evening. Welcome to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner #111. This week our feature poem by Kev Brown called “Harbour.” It is a magnificent poem and beg you to visit his blog site. He has more excellent poetry to read.
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