About an old man and the sea. . .
I’m happy enough where I am, so it seems
in my spot of contentment – where I’m meant to be.
But, from where I sit, I look out to the sea.
It looks like there’s a world out there waiting for me.
And there’s a voice,
a still small voice that whispers to me.
I know there’s another world out there.
I tasted it before, like I taste the salty sea air.
My heartbeat thumps – it feels the dare
to leave the old me and find the new one.
And there’s a voice,
a still small voice that whispers to me,
“Yes, you can.”
One day, you won’t recognize me.
They say, “Remember where you come from.”
Sometimes, I say, you’re meant to change.
Sometimes you’re meant to change your name.
And only that still small voice knows
what my new name will be.
Photo by Ian Schneider on Unsplash.
If you like what you read, also check out “Pink Seas” by derrickjknight for a great post mixing poetry and some very nice pics. Also check out my own post, “Five Poetry Blogs You Should Meet – Winter 2018.”
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The Old Man and the Sea. . .
Thanks for the compliment, Joey
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Thanks for stopping by, Derrick. You have a great blog!
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Wonderful haunting write — love the whisper of the still small voice. š
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Thanks Krisha, I never thought of the word “haunting” for this poem. But, now that you mention it, it fits quite well. š
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Lovely verses …
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Thank you, Savvy. The thing I like most about this poem is that it is about aan who is old, but still dreams of change. Maybe he waited too long. But maybe it’s still not too late.
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Yes indeed Joey ! And Hope is here to stay!
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Follow that still small voice and never look back š
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Thanks Walt. I think that’s the key – never look back.
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Yes!
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