Message In A Bottle Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Message In A Bottle
A message in a bottle written to myself by me
Penned in sober common sense for my eyes to see
Dropped into a troubled pool of life's uncertainty
A message in a bottle that only I can read
I will take the long road home, as I know it well.
No more painted faces or the lies, that they try to sell
No more stomaching the weak and the stories that they tell
No more time for borrowed dreams, I say now fare thee well
Glad tidings come to me and praise my liberty
Karma feel this simple message, my universal plea
A message in a bottle penned by myself, for me
I am weary of a world, far removed from reality
Remove the tattered shade from around my new found light
Keep your love affair with darkness and perpetual night
Dance on the edge of your own horizon, please keep out of sight
No more walking on life's egg shells, hoping to do what's right
Seize the day indeed you say and then you lose your grasp
I wish you well and hope that life delivers all you ask
In my world I will finish first, let the poor fools finish last
Today the wind it fills my sails, farewell, my storm has passed
'Today the wind it fills my sails, farewell, my storm has passed ' THE STORM HAS SUBSIDED....... Now everything is congenial for a fresh beginning! Let no clouds come to veil the light! Enjoyed reading this beautiful poem of hope and resurgence!
Farewell Edmund! ;) . I love the line, 'Remove the tattered shade from around my newfound light.' It sounds like some who's been in a funk of sorts is waking up, feeling enlightened, and ready to move on with newfound vigor! :) . Welcome back. I enjoyed your wise poem.
A message in a bottle.... Dropped into a troubled pool of life's uncertainty I am weary of a world, far removed from reality Thank you very much for this amazing poem. Enjoyed reading it thoroughly.
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edmund, the title drew me. first, there is what i think an excellent poem in ph by olga cabral titled, electronic tape found in a bottle. i encourage you to read it if you haven't already. next, i tend to share your attitude expressed in these lines Keep your love affair with darkness and perpetual night Dance on the edge of your own horizon, please keep out of sight No more walking on life's egg shells, hoping to do what's right however, the one poem i've written in which there's the image of a bottle floating on water is one i wrote when depressed titled, submerged. it's good to be in a time of life where i'm comfortable in my own skin, to use a common expression. and related, in just the last few days i've been rereading paul's letter to the galatians where he talks about the freedom we can live and walk in. yes, good to live and not be second-guessing ourselves all the time, wondering what others will think. along these lines a proverb says, the fear of man is a snare. for freedom, glen
I wonder sometimes about who we are as individuals. We can be cranky or listless when weary and sleepless. Frustrated like an Alzheimer sufferer. Who are we when alcohol or drugs are added? Pitiful, angry or unusually loud and boisterous. Optimistic with the wind at our back or negative and dark when bombarded by fate's difficulties. Who are we in love's rays or when at the zenith of our lives. Who are we when we are tested. How deceptive can an ego be. How cowardly when asked to do the bidding of the Gestapo and then return home to your own family. A society brainwashed so easily comes in many forms. Knowledge is not power. Individual wisdom is. I believe that it is true that you can never find answers until you ask the right questions. That is freedom. I think of depression and wonder about natural or self-induced chemical imbalance. Imbalance is a big word. A frame or frame-less mind once healthy and confident is now in despair. We can measure ourselves in how we react to the world around us, but what if the mind has lost contact with the self? How much of a depressed mind is due to being susceptible to this problem due to genetics? Surely this has to be different than the mind that is sensitive to the surroundings and finds the weight of the world too heavy. I believe that the greatest expression of free will is the ability to make use of the mind we have and to find compromise with things beyond our control as well as solidifying our grasp upon those things that wisdom has taught us embrace. Yes G.K. Freedom is the greatest gift off all.