For Writers Island 2010 #1
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
Too long in exile; dreaming…?
An optical illusion?
The heat of the mid-day sun
Playing more tricks on my eyes?
It couldn’t be a bottle
Not after so many years
Castaway on this island
It just couldn’t be… could it…?
Be absolutely certain
That it is what it appears
Before I build my hopes up
In my feeble state of mind
Handle with extreme caution
Thorough examination
Be sure not to cut corners
It may be my only hope
Vitreous, non-crystalline
Brittle, transparent, solid
Cylindrical container
Formed by rapid melt quenching
Lightweight, Quercus Suber cap
Feint French vineyard aroma
Apellation d’origine…?
At a guess… Provence…? Bordeaux…?
And lo and behold, inside…
Just a small scrap of paper
Derived from cellulose pulp
Or possibly even, rags
On that paper… a message!
A short communication
Transmitted by written words
Containing information…!
Any moment now, I know
This dream will come to an end...
Great poem No Bordeaux but a message Would love to know what the message was
ReplyDeleteThanks Marja; Maybe it was just the label...
ReplyDeleteNice one with an intriguing ending.
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff, Stan, with your customary twist at the end.
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ReplyDeleteAnthony; The way minds work when they have nothing to keep them active.
ViV; Is the dream the potential message, or his exile...?
The closing words "information" and
ReplyDelete"Any moment now, I know
This dream will come to an end..."
create a sense of doomed reality. Mysterious and interesting!
Thanks GT; Everything is a process...
ReplyDeletegreat job with the prompt -- I love all the descriptions of the bottle & the paper potentially inside.
ReplyDeleteWondering about the *previous* tricks the sun has played. The bottle's nicely done, just enough over the top.
ReplyDeleteNicely done as always. But what was the message in the bottle?
ReplyDeletePamela
putting dram on poem, two thumbs up for you....
ReplyDeletei mean drama typographical error
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ReplyDeleteAngie; Lonliness makes you look at details.
Briarcat; Just to make certain.
Pamela; Drink Responsibly...?
Inay; Bottle - dram... ? Freud might have something to say about that...
Ah -- so this is Stan Ski. Thanks for stopping by my blog, but I deleted your message because your link to your Web site didn't go anywhere. I'll see if I can undelete it and change the URL to your site...
ReplyDeleteWho drank the wine?
Thanks Linda; Don't believe a word... ;)
ReplyDeleteBeach party... grain and grape... paralytic... next morning...
dreams, dreams, dreams.
ReplyDeleteMmmmmmm.
Always thinking... eh?
Thanks Julie; Mind working overtime.
ReplyDeleteYeah, love the progression in this and the wake up call at the death!
ReplyDeleteThanks Andy; What's real and what's reality...
ReplyDeletegood one..Stan...what in a bottle?
ReplyDeleteThanks Wayne; What indeed!
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