I heard my old home call to me
From across the wide blue sea
‘Twas time for me to set sail again
Across that wide blue sea
I heard my fair lass call to me
From across the wide blue sea
‘Twas time for me to cast off again
And sail the wide blue sea
I heard my old Ma call to me
From across the wide blue sea
‘Twas time for me to return to her
Across the wide blue sea
I slipped my moorings, cast my lot
Tillered my boat o’er a storm-ridden sea
Prayed I’d survive though I knew I’d not
Now I’m part of the wide blue sea
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #36
Loved your poem a lot! Especially the way you brought life with words… and the “Twas” just like a sailor does! 🙂
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I once wrote an entire novel with Twas and Twere and such. It was unreadable. 🙂
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Maybe it looks better in dialogues and short Proses and poems… But congratulations! For writing a whole novel!
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That one was a long while ago. I have since written several more. Though from out of the rotten carcase of that one has come The Spinner’s Game, which I’m currently prepping to publish on KDP, comprised five books, mythic fantasy.
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Wow, it feels amazing to talk with a real author! It feels hard to believe it… 🙂
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No, no, no, I’m not published yet. Though … yes I am, since this same book was the reason for starting the blog. I posted in weekly episode all five books on a sister blog, starting in 2012, and it took three years. Now I’m going for the full baby, e-book and paperback! And it’s hard work, but I’m driven, and so it will happen.
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You don’t need be published to become an author… I guess. Your determination is so admirable! Writing a novel needs much determination 🙂
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It keeps me sane. And you’re right, it does take a high degree of determination.
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🙂 Writing is my outlet to pain and sadness and anger too. Are you an introvert?
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Yes/No. Yes, I suppose. An introvert who wants to express what’s inside, to share it with others. Mostly that means my vision as expressed in The Spinner’s Game. But in the past it has included my spiritual beliefs.
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Ah, I see. 🙂
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🙂
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Has the rhythm is a pirates tale. Put
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Yea, guess so. I wasn’t thinking pirates. I was thinking trade, I think. 🙂
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To music….
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Oh yes, now you’re talking, that would work. Have I ever said I’m a frustrated songwriter?
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Good one! A Sailors Lament.
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I thank you, Jen
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You’re welcome Crispina 🙂
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Brilliant!
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My thanks to you. A humble rhyme when compared with your output.
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My output… ugh! Let’s not go there because my mind is amped up and ready to rip my confidence to shreds. You, my friend, have the real talent at writing. I look forward to reading your next piece. 🙂 ❤
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I bow my head, you are too kind.
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Wow. I love your poem. The repetition gives it a unique charm. It’s splendid☺️
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Kinda like a sea shanty. It’s this frustracted songwriter in me, been simmering away since I was at school.
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And you are exceptional. You should write more or share with us, if you have more of these☺️
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I write them for the prompts. The rest of my time is spent (for the while at least) prepping five books for publication of KDP.
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Wow😃Are you publishing those books?
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The five books of The Spinner’s Game. Yep. Hopefully by Christmas, but that’s not an unmoveable deadline.
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That is amazing!😃 It feels so good isn’t it, to publish your own work! Congratulations and I pray for your success❤️💖
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I thank you. It’s a lifelong dream that I am determined to achieve.
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I can relate. I also want to publish my own work someday but I don’t know if it’s possible, but I will work hard. ☺️
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Keep working, you’ll get there. Don’t be put off. And it’s so much easier these days with KDP. It’s not so long back when self-publishing was called vanity press, and frowned upon. Now it’s called Indie Publishing, and is respected.
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Yes. I have heard about self-publishing. It is easier now.This is my dream and I will work hard. Sometimes I get so inconfident but all the appreciation I receive in my blog here gets me going.
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Belief in yourself is the first requirement. But life has a way of shaking that. Doesn’t matter, it’ll always be there, waiting for you to return.
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I understand this so well because I find life shaking me constantly. I need to work in myself first.. but I really am grateful for all the support you give me! 🙂
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As one of my characters say, it’s what we do … that character is a shaman.
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That is the raw truth.. depends on the actions..
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Indeed. But the character was also saying that it’s what shamans do: support others.
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The mournful premonition was fantastic
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I thank you. I enjoyed writing it.
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Agree with Violet. Could be a pirate song!
I love the rhythm of it. Can picture the lowly ones below rowing in time (as there is no wind 😉 )
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I love your comments. Keep them coming. But no one’s rowing this boat. I visited the engine room. I took photos, too. They might one day appear as a prompt.
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Will do! We are all adrift with you, then.
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Yea. You know that car-sticker: Don’t follow me, I don’t know where I’m going.
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Exackery!
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Indeeddee
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Smiling
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Hey, snap!
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The repetition and the character of this poem gave me a swift punch; I think it’s one of my favorites. Thank you for sharing it!
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My pleasure. Glad you enjoyed.
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Lovely, it sounds like an old folk song written centuries ago.
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It’s this town, it seeps into the blood!
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The rhythm and repetition are fantastic. And that last verse with its sense of foreboding made it very atmospheric…great poem 🙂
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Thanks Sammi. I seem to be doing them longer than the accepted 10 lines at the moment. Alas, cannot submit.
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We must go wherever our muse takes us… 🙂
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Mine is taking me on long distance journeys!
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