Lost at Sea

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Lost at Sea
By Scott Newport

I’ve been in the valley
Sailed the crest of
Blackened ocean swells glistening
Slowly rolling ‘cross
My midnight bow

Slept under enormous star lit nights
And hammered by thumping rain
Pouring out like sifting
Salt
Mildew from the tarp
Kept me awake

Cold many times
Parched lips pressed together
Zip locked
Words preserved
For another day
Or until moldy

Memories of scaling yellow perch
In my youth
Grouper now that
I’m older
Sharks always lurking

Fear of falling overboard
Dissipates-Evaporates
Over the years
Of just trying

Tsunamis now are just
A closer glance
Of heaven
The fear of living
Hurts my neck

Subject: Re: Lost at Sea Tue Feb 07, 2012 5:01 am

"Tsunamis now are just
A closer glance
Of heaven
The fear of living
Hurts my neck"
Dark but mystifying and beautiful work, my favorite of yours!!

Subject: Re: Lost at Sea Tue Feb 07, 2012 1:52 pm

Wow! You rocked my boat with that one. It reminded me of when I was a teenager. I used to live on a yacht with my parents back then. What an experience that was. I love the use of nautical metaphor to express such powerful emotion. Outstanding work. LOVE IT!!!

Subject: Re: Lost at Sea Tue Feb 07, 2012 2:02 pm

Lora, you know how much i love nautical themes, this rocked the boat and my world...Scott really hit the home nerve with this one!!
Matter of fact this piece dove under the "iceberg" and hit nerves i didn't know i had!

Subject: Re: Lost at Sea Tue Feb 07, 2012 2:43 pm

An awesome inspiring piece!

SCRIBE (101-150posts) Posts : 121 Join date : 2011-12-13

This poem is about the highs and lows of life. The memory of staying on a 24ft open fisherman boat in the Bahamas was part of the imagery. The beautiful midnight skies and the fear of going overboard when those giant thunderheads would appear out of nowhere, wondering if we would make it back to safe harbor. One night we had to beach and sleep out in a torrential rain fall. We had a tarp to cover us but soon found out we had set up in a small depression that quickly filled up with water.

I remember one time after catching a Mutton Snapper for dinner. We went up to shore to clean the fish and before I knew it a shark was attempting to come up on dry land to retrieve the blood soaked sand. Each wave helped his attempt.

There is always a lot going on in these poems we write, some too personal to tell or maybe just not ready to totally understand there meaning.

My neck is starting to hurt again. Thanks to all who were willing to read a part of my story.

Scott

Subject: Re: Lost at Sea Wed Feb 08, 2012 5:57 am

"The fear of living
Hurts my neck"
tension, stress, anxiety will wreck havoc on the body.
You've been through a lot and it's not over for you by a longshot, you are in my prayers brother as well as your wife and son.
It will get better with time and prayer, you are in his loving embrace and he is using you and your trials (Evan) to Bless many lives.
Scott, Evan, Penni, Noah...a week ago i didn't know what to pray for, thanks to your opening up and sharing now we all do and we will, you can count on that!

if only i possessed a fraction of your strength you are very Blessed.