i sailed the world
in the course of my life
my dreams the wind
on which i glided
'cross waves
flecked with foam
past islands
rich with my imagining;
lands soft with silk
and glorious with gold
gifted with spices,
cakes, sweets untold
i knew the dreams
of which all men were made
sang the songs
the women taught me
and finally
i came to rest
as
a little boy
of my own imagining
setting sail
in
the mystery
of my own becoming self
18 comments:
Such a resonant post, Steven and the picture you share is wonderful. It brings back the endless summers of childhood and fuels an ache in my mind and memory that can only be described as longing.
Hi Steven,for me this is like you are working on a raw diamond of your words,polishing it,reshaping it and than introducing it to the daylight and it is like a music for me.If I was a composer I would gladly made a music piece for it than send it over to Delwyn's so we can all watch sailing ships going their way.Beautiful!
Thank you! :)
ALeks is right. This poem begs to be set to music.
hello elisabeth - when i saw this painting i had no direct connection in terms of experiencing what the boy is doing but more of a sense of all that wa simplied in what he was doing. it resonated for me also. the words tumbled out in a sort of old-fashioned form, feeling something like the books i read as a child. i'm glad you experienced something of the same longing i did. steven
aleks thanks for those kind and generous words. there are times when it would be nice, possibly even good, to sail away on the boats of our imagining. steven
hello barry! if anyone would like to put those words to music, make their fortune and then donate the results into cancer research i'm in!!! cheers lad, steven
Your poem would be lovely to illustrate, using bold block letters for younger readers and for older eyes- the appeal covers the spectrum. There's another idea to make dollars for Cancer research.
I love this. Makes me feel good. Thanks so much for sharing it, Steven.
A poem full of innocence and hope.
happy little boy, may all little boys have a dream and boat to sail.
The opening, the blossoming and blooming and fruiting (is that a word?) of life is ongoing, forever and ever. Thanks for this!
linda sue - i have a strong visual in my mind of that book. perhaps it's the book i've always wanted to write! my heart's pitter-pattering just wondering if this is it! steven
hi boomer - i'm so glad it made you feel good. i really like it myself. funny how some posts just hum so well for us. steven
helen - you see the essence of my intentions so often!!! steven
friko - yes. when i was little i was known as a very happy little boy. "don't lose that laugh" was the advice the baker who worked next door wrote in my goodbye book to me when i left england. don't lose that laugh. i laugh a lot. i wonder if it's the laugh he knew? steven
reya, fruiting's a word for sure!!! i'm glad you saw inside this and spent some time there. steven
simply splendid!
love this one...a little boy and his boat, ready to sail into his dreams...
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