A Fantastic Trip Poem by Sandra Feldman

A Fantastic Trip

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You and I,
We live to write,
And breath and hug the Sea,
We hear Its sound,
Its movement, found,
Night after night,
Hypnotic mystery.

Oh, to be Free,
And sail the night,
In our ship,
'The Fantasy',
And there remain,
Never return,
To cruel reality

Monday, July 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sailing
Maria Gonzalez 01 August 2015

Its very tempting, even for myself to get wrapped up in fantasies. They are so much more exciting. Its a whole other life of our making that we can shift and change at will. Love fantasies. But reality is the devil that calls us home. Love you poems Sandra.

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Josey Alfred 11 April 2015

Yes fantasy is soft and enjoyable, but to remain there is not really realistic. Really good reading.thanks.

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Leah Ayliffe 08 July 2014

What a lovely idea pursued in this poem. Thanks!

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Chuy Amante 07 July 2014

I'm a guy and I fix stuff Why don't we put all the cruel reality on a big boat and give the sail a puff? Fanta-sea flavor rough? Fantasy Land or Fanta-sea? Both are fine with me. Another lovely write!

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Geetha Jayakumar 07 July 2014

Beautiful poem Sandra. It's a fantastic trip, on the ship The Fantasy, where you travel into the sea with hypnotic mystery...but never to return to the cruelty...Our thoughts travel too far and come back to where we stand. Short and beautiful Poem. Loved reading it.

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