METAPHORIC BOTTLE

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JOURNAL # 41
infinite discourse
in an alternative universe
bottles would be strewn
across every possible surface
of beach that there is
their messages dead

beneath their corks
possible future communications
halted by the backwards slosh
of the ocean and her tides
arguing over the cross currents
melodrama constricted by
so few confusing lines
contact me if you are out there
notify me that my intent was
received
validate me for these words
I've written and sent out
so hopefully and purposefully
into the realm of the unknown
there are behind the scene players
who string we puppets and whisper
to us when we are to dance
it's the bottle gatherers who are
the fishermen of many prior things
forgotten
by others who's fore thought is
not so enduring
or to whom those who possess
no corked bottle all their own
to spare
and yet that 'Metaphoric Bottle'
lives on in all of us
whether we have the guts to discard it
into the hands of fate
just to see upon who's shore our most
cherished messages land...........
(May 17, 2014 905am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

How in one way or another one world or another we are all at some degree looking for something and or someone. The search at many levels is the journey. This poem is about that.

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