It cuts to the bone, marrow dripping,
mixing with every drop of blood purged
from a heart so battered; worn. This
link of passion sets sail on our seas of love.
An uncharted course, not knowing
what was in store for young lovers
with dreams to raise anchor and navigate life,
leaving the past in their wake
and their future dreams on distant horizons.
The turbulent churn tosses and the vessel will pitch,
sending hearts to the rail to purge insecurity and fear
and setting feet firmly of the deck of heart’s desires.
From stem to stern, their pulses quicken,
a feeling that will sink, motionless and still
finding a harbor loving and longing;
a port most welcoming and wanting.
All seas crest with gentle waves to soothe
battered and time-worn hearts; homeward bound.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
A beautiful marriage analogy.
Hen, always appreciate your words and support.
There is such a big difference between lust, which is often so fleeting, and love which needs time and work to stay fresh and alive. Your poem captures all of that.
Lovely wordle.
Thank you for the encouragement and support. I strive for “fresh and alive”!
Awww – lovely crescendo to the last where it is delightful to slip quietly into calm waters and sail on home… what a powerful journey and how you’ve illuminated the comfort of home-coming. Beautiful!
Thanks Pearl. It was just a matter of getting my sails set correctly. Once that is achieved, the home-coming was more than assured.
Oh so beautiful!
Thank you Annell. The words fell into place nicely.
Gorgeous and romantic!
That’s me, Marianne. Gorgeous and romantic (without the gorgeous!) Thanks for this.
Very romantic, Walt. Quite beautiful.
Pamela
I got a very romantic from Pamela Anderson! I can die with a smile on my face now!!! 😀 Seriously, thanks so much for the kind words, Pamela!
Walt, it is my mom’s maiden and I was thinking of starting another blog. I never thought about the connection. Good Lawd!!
Ah…
“finding a harbor loving and longing;
a port most welcoming and wanting.”
…that all would know such a port. Lovely write.
The ports are out there Paula. The trick is finding the one right for you. Keep your oars in the water. That’s the best way to get there. Thanks for stopping.
Just spent an evening with my siblings and their spouses on a dinner cruise. I am the only divorcee amongst us, but was deeply aware of how they have weathered all the storms which they have encountered together. Your poem rings true against that background. Beautiful
Elizabeth
Sometimes righting the ship before disaster hits brings the beauty of these words right home. It’s that, or swim like hell! Thanks Elizabeth!
How lovely!
Lovely was just what I was going for! Thanks “Tumblewords”.
Rocky but romantic ride, homeward! Perhaps just undulating.
Isn’t it always the case. There’s no adventure in a flat, pristine road. I appreciate your kind words of support, Irene!
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Excellent, Walt. It’s a wild ride, that’s for sure. And so worth it.
Thanks De. Missing your muse all over the place (or I haven’t been around?) Your know as well as I, well, well worth it.
While I’ve been spared in my own marriage, my family has had its share of disrupted love with divorce. Each much find their own harbor.
Thanks for your kind words on:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/08/sw-wordle-68-staying-afloat.html
I do enjoy my story verses…didn’t realize I’d created a ‘fan club’ – Oy – the pressure… (only kidding) The Muse charts my course 🙂
Well Jules, if it keeps you plugging away with your story verses, then yes, you have a fan club. Go Jules!
I read it as a love story and love it that way. Nicely done Walt!
Your words are kind, Veronica. I’m glad you received it that way. It was written as a love story!
As always Walt, I like the set of your jib … a beautifully penned and satisfying love story …
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.it/2012/08/eye-rail.html
Shar, I wasn’t aware my jib was showing! 😉 As I told your compatriot above there, it was penned as a love story. Your jib’s pretty OK too!
This is beautiful. I especially like the stanza that begins with “from stem to stern”.
Thanks Cheryl. That’s my favorite part too!
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You’ve done wonderful work with these words, Walt. I love your piece, my favorite is the same as Cheryl’s and yours.
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