The Sailor

December 6, 2009
By TaylorMarieD SILVER, Columbia, South Carolina
TaylorMarieD SILVER, Columbia, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"The World is but a canvas to our imaginations."-Henry David Thoreau


I lost my mind at sunrise
when you broke the shore.
And when you sailed the sinking coast,
I think my stomach tore;
bone marrow shattered against insects,
my inner desires scurried up lanes,
my instincts carried me to the sand
to sketch out your remains.
And then a wave hit my side,
(high-tide, barely past four),
to wash away my forlorn saint
my bitter, faint amor.


The author's comments:
This poem refers to some of the feelings I've had for several of my friends. Often times I have held someone in high regards and wondered if I was nearly as important to them as they were to me.

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