I sail this sea that has bequeathed my mind
upon this wooden door, still throughout time.
The lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet
as I reach for the note my fingertips meet.
“Within the pocket lies the unlocking key.”
I look in the hole and see only me.
Perhaps I’ll unleash this ocean someday
and share with the world a vast array.
Until then I’ll lay cold, alone in defeat
as the lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Нина Воронель – Мой дед был слепым
- Daniel Dwithen, The Wise Chap by William Barnes
- Ruined World by Michael Yuan
- A Roxbury Garden poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Lamhe by Priyanka Tungana
- To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown poem – John Keats poems
- Aplogize
- On King Arthur’s Round Table at Winchester by Thomas Warton
- Beat! Beat! Drums! by Walt Whitman
- The Pleasures of Melancholy by Thomas Warton
- Persephone, Falling by Rita Dove
- Last Battle Cid
- Words by William Butler Yeats
- Children’s Games by William Carlos Williams
- Flying Home by Sudeep Sen
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