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A Phoenix Fiction Writer Rising From The Ashes of Nonfiction

Poetry

 

Poem Introduction

Another poem about the travails of dating, written in college.

Once again:
been there,
done that,
wear the t-shirt.

 


 

The Flying Dutchman 

Loneliness is an icy ocean
The mist of tomorrow so dense, enfolding
Obscuring all in random motion
Amid countless waves of life unfolding

My heart is a rotten hulk drifting aimlessly
With gossamer dreams on barren masts, drifting
Cowing to the slapping currents shamelessly
Croaking creaking sounds of timbers shifting

For I am the Flying Dutchman of love,
Untended, glimpsed sometimes in passing,
But one never certain of.
Swiftly cloaked by time's fog massing,

Yes, I am the Flying Dutchman.
Lloyd's long since forgotten
Splintered hulk drifting on,
Gossamer dreams on barren masts rotten.

 

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