The Drifter

in poetry •  6 years ago  (edited)

Stray between East, and Norse, and the Wild Wild West
Drifts an old, lonely boat and it knows no rest
Winds in the sail, chopping seas stretching all around
Man on the boat has forgotten the stable ground

feeling beneath his feet and he’s getting tired
Floating and seeking something he’s left behind
(Or maybe something seen only in his sleep?)
And his Sehnsucht is vast like the ocean’s deep.

Drifter… Hey, Drifter! Sailing beyond the bounds
Know anyone who cruised ‘round the world and found
Something that’s nameless, unreachable, and sublime?
Drifter, your fate is to sail to the end of time.

Moments when I float deep in my darkest dreams
Oceans expanding around me and it seems
I’m about to be swallowed by the rising waves…
Drifter, I see myself in your weathered face!

Stray amid Wild Wild West, the Orient, and Norse
Sails an old, lonely boat...

and
the Drifter
knows.

(this is an old poem of mine, previously published under E. Finesta pseudonym somewhere)

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Great piece. For me, it evoked the personification of the boat itself, meaning the man and vessel were one in my mind. The boat dies, so does the man, but they could both continue to drift and decay.

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Thank you! I think when I wrote it I tried to express the life journey of many of us in search for something that we can't even name or imagine properly... but the great longing is still there and makes us go on, and on, and on

First i read your poem.
Than i Resteemed it
and

THAN
you post this Pictures...

You have a captivating look.
Beautifull. :-)

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Thank you! The pics were taken in the water, so I thought they fit. Unfortunately, I don't have any pics on the boat... And for this poem, they would have to be gloomy and in dangerous conditions anyway )

Your poem is dangerous enough. Do not give your life for pictures. :-)

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