My Only Pier

Bohemian Bystander on Jul 18, 2009

A Sonnet.

Upon the seabed of my heart

A secret; shipwrecked year ago

My mind has ceased to be a guard

Of sentiments that all now know

That once upon the time that’s passed

I stood before you, wish you’d grasp

The feeling lit within the lamp

That sat inside my eyes that night

Though damned anxiety would cramp

The fire burning quite so bright

And now I wonder where you stand

The ghost of me still in your hand

So often moored within a tear

You could have been my only pier.

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Comments (7)

Ginky Binks on Jul 19, 2009
Firstly thanks for the lovely comments, after you mentioned me missing out the word ‘the’ I noticed I’d also done it on one of the other poems, I think sometimes I have a word aversion disease that is intermittent..lol

I love this poem btw, most of mine seem to involve water or battlegrounds, maybe I should try something else.

Ginks..
cafftee on Jul 19, 2009
I love this, its sad and beautiful all at the same time. If I were to make one comment though, I’m not sure about ‘crap’ – if that’s not a whoops then it does jar a bit with the rest of the language.
Ginky Binks on Jul 25, 2009
Thanks for the comment, I have to say, I was the one to put the phon and I was like a kid winning a competition…I even woo hoo’ed, how sad am I lol
Ginky on Jul 25, 2009
sorry for half the message missing my keyboard went funny (that was meant to say phone down btw)…lol
Bohemian Bystander on Jul 26, 2009
cafftee – it’s meant to be cramp not crap haha! Thanks for pointing it out, though – there’s a stark difference between the too.

Ginky – you’re welcome & good for you! More people should have such nerve as yourself.
Leonardo da Vinci E. on Sep 4, 2009
I enjoyed your creativity in this poem and the haunted emotional memory it represents.
Valerie Curtiss on Dec 27, 2009
Very soulful sonnet!

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