Bottled Up

It’s been a while since I’ve rhymed.
I don’t know why, or what has sparked,
this need to can a moment’s time
and regimented meter in
a note-to-self; a bottle marked
“return to sender,” floated down
a river where the days begin
and end within the boundaries of
a winding predetermined path,
where by the night my note will drown,
an afterthought, a wing-clipped dove
consumed beneath the aftermath
of ebb and flow—of tides that stole
away with all my self-control.

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4 thoughts on “Bottled Up

  1. Thx for the follow. If you haven’t seen it, I just finished a series on the writing process, most of which made the Most Popular list on the right margin of my blog. The series applies to students, writers, poets. Fun blog you have here!!

  2. beckarooney says:

    Nice piece! The first line grabbed my attention, like it was literally your thoughts jotted down. Great flow throughout as well :) x

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