Poetry

A few selected poems from a forthcoming book, by Laura Slot

CAPTAIN JOHN

He was a brother that we knew
so much shared by so many and so few
disembarked, a big part of our crew
a drunken life conquered and slightly anew

some others never made it as far as him
poured into one life’s mold most sorrow within
at least one son; his gracious lady free of sin
at least up to where his tiger’s eyes begin

so slowly did I see how they symbolize
and patronize his home in a thin disguise
brown stone bracelets, bright blue eyes
living where the dead do not yet arise

the grand ships of old are lagging far behind
the man watching far too many of his kind
abandoned by equals, too far gone to find
that all rods of history will one day unwind

John predicted a moment, just as a joke
his microphone closed, just after he spoke
that nothing was lost, that the sleeping awoke
in the deep of the night and as the day broke

I prayed for the Captain in his whisper boat
his spirit holding a course to stay afloat
on the rugged terrain where the river that slowed
to a standstill beneath the surface still flowed


WIND

Let me imagine
this pain as wind blowing past my heart
suffocating it until it surrenders
breaking the most fragile part

Let me realize
this pain is never coming back around
if I cherish whatever is left beating
when the wind dies down


MOTHER NATURE

Some creatures on the beach, you see
are not part of society
Mother Nature is their only home
the dunes their holy place to roam
they look like us when passing by
but there is more than meets the eye
they live in tune with all her songs
and travel where spirit belongs
at night as they lay their heads
unaware of modern dread
they sleep soundly, conscience clear
forever free from force and fear
out of reach of devilish voices
demanding we make different choices
those creatures on the beach, you see
Mother Nature is their identity


SEA OF FATE

Let me drive without the brakes and
be the fool
who raised the stakes

karmic debt is mine to pay
If I must leave I’ll never stay

the ballast is of unknown weight but
by God
let me sail the sea of fate


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