twisted thoughts (Poetry?)

Knotted ropes ~ ‘pon the deck of what
life is, twisted thoughts not lucid
minds play tricks
I stand at the helm, the craft I steer
a listless fog has descended
blurs the vision, once clear

storms, rough waves and endless seas
darkened horizon enshrouding me
how minds work, on days like these
when others paths seem easy
I take a deep breath, hold tight to the wheel
navigate round the rocks, try to feel

sinking ~ drowning, ‘neath the clouds and
strong winds, lurching, floundering
yet unable to move, caught in the triangle
where ships never leave, hold strong 
ride the tide, hold strong, I repeat
I’ve nowhere to hide

take me out of the squall, let my mind come back
ascend from this darkness, never look back
days when it’s hard, the course too rough
I can’t change my status, I’ve tried hard enough
let me, get to shore, break the cycle I’m in
throw down this anchor ~ let me begin

©jmtacken Feb 2014

More poetry than prose I think – but that’s where I went with this.
I have to admit there are many times when I write, when I worry about how others will react, which at times makes me hesitant to post some of what I do. I am not asking for praise, just letting you know, that I am still learning and have a way to go in my writing. I simply needed to write this. 

A thank you to Michael http://summerstommy.com for his nudge with the above.

Picture it and Write – Treasures

For Picture it & write Another challenge is set, our brains go into over-drive, staring at the picture, letting our imagination go wild for our interpretation and our words.

This key
crafted in
stirling silver
rested on a
satin pillow
safe in the
Captains Quarters
hidden from the Crew.

unlocked his wealth
his treasure
his gold
to be treated
with the utmost
respect
to valuable
to be thrown
onto a shelf or
not lain on
the finest of fabrics

gave him a reason
to go on each day
risking his life
protecting the
men that
worked under his
command
encouraged him

when the
waters swelled
against the bow
and rocked his ship
mercilessly
in the storms
that there was
a meaning
to it all

this key
that he held
sacred
gave him untold
pleasure
when he unlatched
the strong box
his motivation
to continue
the fight
across the seas

This key
unlocked what
he desired
most in this world
the one and only
photo of his wife
and child
….his only loves

For this key
was the instrument to
return home once again
safe and alive

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