I asked myself,
What constitutes poetry?
What comprises bad poetry?
Why do I think some of my poems are so good?
So, I wrote them out. They still touch my soul. They make me cry. They give me courage. Hopefully you’ll understand too.
PS - the earliest poems are first, so you have to go to the beginning and read up. I haven't figured out a nice way to organize them yet.
You live on a boat so you can be the captain Whatever you say goes. You use technology to control everything on the boat A robot vacuums what little floor space you have At a set specific time Everything from lights to music is programmed A voice tells you what time it is, when the sunset is, what the weather is like The monitors display how much energy you are using You want to have dominion over everything in your life Including relationships Yet you are skittish about spiders And lightning and things you can't control
(There's a reason why people refer to boats as "she"...)
He bought the boat for a few reasons
To save money To be closer to work But more importantly, It was always something he wanted to do And lately, He’s been doing everything he’s wanted to do Free of commitment Free of complications On the boat, he can keep his distance It’s obvious that it is all about the boat There is only one mistress.
But the boat has a mind of her own
As all boats do If he doesn’t tie her down, she will float away He has to buy new ropes She will bump into the piers and other boats He has to buy new floats He thinks he is controlling her, But his time is consumed with taking care of her If he doesn’t treat her gently She will break all of his dishes (An accident of course Caused by another boat’s wake)
Things that aren’t secured
Are lost in the water She doesn’t like her dock He looks for another If he’s away too long He worries; what will she have done? Corroded spark plugs? Clogged plumbing? He buys more things Gives her a new name Even holds a half-hearted naming ceremony Praying to a god he doesn’t believe in
You shouldn’t mock Poseidon
She knows this But he is trying They go out on the water She is free of her moorings For all too-brief moments She is free on the water