Freedom... Should You Dare

There is no patch of turf 
Not claimed by someone
No place free of challenge
Upon your trespass
No place without the
Sufferance of an oversight
Where someone's rules and law
Define your life
Where your will is bent
In accomodation

Except one place
Your choice
By your wits and skill alone
for all or nothing
Live or die
Succeed or fail
Honor or craven
You quintessentially
You

Solo

The high Seas!





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-02 at 14:38

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very powerful. As a silly contrast Milligan wrote -

I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
2015-04-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said, Joe; an artful explanation of the urge to go to sea.
2015-04-04



Perfectly said. And, I would add, that there are some women who have sought the same freedom in those high seas. It's a different world, a freedom absolute. Love the poem.
Ashe
2015-04-03


countryfog
I have a better sense now why some men have lived and loved the sea, challenged by the elements and challenging their will and spirit, not pitting themselves against the sea as much as needing to become a part of it. Having lived seventy years on the prairie (though not much of it is left now) I think there was a similar character at work in the early settlers who left the prairie, crossing the plains, looking for what was beyond the next hill, the next mountain.
2015-04-02