SOLO SAIL, on a ship full of hearts

 

When we to time wish,
wings do not carry all words
so I to promise must desist,
faith is fickle feathers on fragile birds.

If love to hearts hold
then hearts be more than one must
for not is love a concrete mould;
stilled the river bed whose reeds rot to rust.

When we to time turn,
touch being a tethered thread,
I have to trust that ties will burn
but mind make memory of beating bed.

If love in heart’s held
just as blood in veins are bound,
then truth to self must be compelled,
feral is the field of the barren ground.

When I to nights slip
as moon to stars serenade,
my course cast upon ocean’s ship
bid adieu to lips kissed and loves mislaid.

When current’s call comes
and cares cast into the crest
I dare the waves to beat like drums
and allegiance pledge to my beating breast.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Published by deuxiemepeau

Published poet, writer, baker and former fashion maker, with footprints in Paris, London and Amsterdam but currently back home in Dublin with sights aimed at leaving a mark on the West coast one clear fine day...

10 thoughts on “SOLO SAIL, on a ship full of hearts

  1. I do so LOVE the little boat “Better Days”, what a gorgeous find! And when “current’s call comes” my heart leaps, loooove that line. “My course cast upon ocean’s ship”, oh yes! Remember your “Hunger is not a Harbour” poem, I never forget it.. the current
    carving chaos into the crest, craving the waves! So energizing! Here’s to “Better Days”! 🙂

    1. Here’s to better, brighter days indeed my dear friend. There is a little island on the edge of Paris with lots of house boats and I found this little boat docked there one day last year when I was off exploring what the route had to offer. One never knows! XX

  2. The transposition of normal wording creates a wonderful rhythm here. Fragile and wistful, it sails the currents of life. (K)

    1. It was so not my normal approach to writing but I loved the challenge once the first line came to me, I had to ride the wave. Thank you Kerfe

  3. I just read this out loud to Nigel and he said that it reminds him of harpsichords, chamomile seats and cloistered courtyards! 🙂

    1. 🤭🤗😂 I love it! There is a little oldie worldie tone to it. I love the chamomile seats and cloistered courtyards! That might need to be a line in another poem 🧐

      1. I’ve just read him your comment.. I think he’s quite taken with the idea of those being included in one of your poems!! 🙂 🙂

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