remember her last name, having eventually given
the bottle to my daughter. I do recall learning that
she was rather well-known seventy-five or so years ago.
Message In Anna's Bottle
Years ago I found this old bottleAnd kept it for no other reason
Than it is beautiful – shimmering
Blues, colors pure as deep water,
As though she had held the sea
In her hands and shaped that one
Precarious moment between its
Rising and falling away again.
I love this woman I've never met
Yet know by what she has made
No differently than a poet does
Who in her art takes from the fire
Of what she loves and breathes
Into it the shape of something
She knows is beautiful, enduring;
A thing to be found and kept.
For years I had wanted to write
The perfect poem and place it
In her bottle, releasing it into
The sea, the work of my own art
Left for someone to find and
Know me by what I had made.
Now I know her bottle is the poem.
Years from now, as you read this,
You will know me by this legacy:
A beautiful blue bottle that I loved,
And the poem I could never write.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2010-12-01 at 13:34
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