Salt has formed creases in my skin
I have kept the bottle in my drawer
Vowing to never open it
Sometimes I think about it
And other times I try to disregard
The air smells fresh today
Serenity blows through my mind
I wonder is there something I have missed
It’s the bottle in my drawer
I should move it to a more suitable position
Where it can amass dust with the years
Just like my life …
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Woo-Hoo! You're here, too! I was feeling so let down after RWP but it looks like the fun can keep on keeping on! A good poem for a good prompt.
ReplyDeleteYay Marianne! What a delight to see you over on the island. This is going to be fun! I love staying in touch.
ReplyDeletePamela
Aw, Pammie, I'll take care of your little bottle. (when they're empty they can collect dust on the inside, too)
ReplyDeleteGee Thanks Barb. Appreciate it.
ReplyDeletePamela
A most important bottle. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteOh, Anthony so nice to hear from you. How have you been? Como estada? Thanks.
ReplyDeletePamela
Good poem. I was sad not to read the message, though.
ReplyDeleteViv,
ReplyDeleteGreat to see you here. I am sure one day I will reveal the message. Thanks.
Pamela
Hi Pamela- Nice to see a familiar castaway on the island. Watch out for that Gilligan guy and Tom Hanks ;-). I love the imagery you portray in your poems. I feel like I am there.
ReplyDeleteMark:-)
"serenity blows through my mind" Very nice so no need to find that bottle Great poem
ReplyDeleteMark,
ReplyDeleteAah! A familiar friend. Thanks and I really enjoyed my time with you on napowrimo. We will be seeing each other. How cool!
Pamela
Marja,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much!
Pamela
Nicely, but if you never open the bottle, how do you know there's a messege there?
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot of character in dust...
ReplyDeleteNice bottle. Reminds me of one I found in the desert (that used to be an ocean).
ReplyDeleteLove the twist in your last line. Somehow I think you have gathered little dust and no moss. Alas, many of us have.
Andy,
ReplyDeleteBecause I know has to be one there. don't you think? Thanks.
Pamela
I'm saying Stan.
ReplyDeletePamela
Annie,
ReplyDeleteThanks and nice to meet you.
Pamela
hi Pamela, I have lots of bottles in my drawer like magic potion.
ReplyDeleteHi Pamela, so good to find you in fresher shores. Great poem, loved the last line immensely.
ReplyDeleteHi Pamela,
ReplyDeleteNice poem here. Especially liked how it ended. I'm looking forward to writing to the prompt soon and staying in touch with many of you from NaPoWriMo who I'm already missing!
Robin
Do Tell Irene. I am glad to see you.
ReplyDeletePamela
Uma,
ReplyDeleteIam so happy to you here. I enjoyed yours as well.
Pamela
Robin,
ReplyDeleteI am glad to see you too. I also miss my naporwrimo buddies. That 30 days was a great experience. I will be looking for your poem.
Pamela
"vowing never to open it" -- i love all that line contains!
ReplyDeleteCarolee,
ReplyDeleteIt can mean so many things. Thanks.
Pamela
hellooooooooooooo Pam....never move the bottle..dust it...or open it.....unless you want to...long as you can get the top off and do not have to break the bottle...
ReplyDeleteand.....I DID read your poem....relly liked it...never opening the bottle is good thing....unless there is no message and just some Havana Rum.....cheers
ReplyDeleteCheers to you my friend Wayne.
ReplyDeleteYay Havana!
Pamela
An intriguing poem. Is there a message? Isn't the poem the message? I like it.
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