A Fragile Pirate

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Sailing ship used for transportation

She’s come undone, in that way women do

      when the light has left the day and
    she’s had a drink or two.

She’ll unsheathe a dull sword on memories,

    broken destinies and unwanted sympathies.

Nothing can soothe this grief,

      a shot of bourbon withholds relief,
    coursing down her throat its warmth is too brief.

Tears cannot fall from eyes of lies,

    bitterness bound, even though she tries

Dammit! Must she seek approval to live her own life?

Bottoms up, one more to find that drunken shore,

    release her sails for a land of plenty

Her treasures aren’t in things or diamond rings

    or men whose promises are empty.

36 responses »

  1. As I’m sitting here in the music store, waiting for my son to be done his guitar lesson, the sound of off-key horns blowing from rooms all around me, I welcomed your beautiful poem. Thanks for the reprieve from this madness. 🙂

  2. very nice piece sheila. the part about things and diamonds really made a statement, but so did the last line. i understand that fragile part. been there done that. just cleaning out the internal dirt. it’s getting better every day.

  3. Sheila, I love this. No matter how hard I try to “drown” my sorrows or pain, grief or just life, reality always seeps in. This may not be what your poem is about, its how it touched me. Beautiful! ♥♥♥

    • First, thanks so much for stopping by my blog and reading my work 🙂 I’m glad you liked this piece and that it touched you in some way. Definitely components here of grief, loss and dealing with those things…seeking a refuse of sorts… Thanks again!

  4. Very powerful poem…..I am sure all of us can find ourselves somewhere hidden in the words of this poem….whether in our past….present….or maybe in the future. The important thing is that she does set sail and finds herself in a better place.
    Great job!

  5. “… when the light has left the day…”

    this is such an amazing time of day, and gets better as it drifts into the midnight hour!

    a very touching voice in your poem, one that millions of people can relate to….

    david

  6. Excellent poem… Life of woman.. Tears behind bars of words.. Your are a excellent poet. Words expresses the way you want it express.. Thank you for the share. Regards (Pranjal)

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