It’s been too long since we heard from my friend Paul Griffiths,
The Birkenhead Poet. It’s about time.
Please take a moment to bask in the sublime words of The Poet.

I’ve bottled up all my feelings of inadequacy.
Then I cast the bottle adrift down by Moreton shore.
Setting my feelings adrift in the great blue yonder.
I’m not in need of such emotions any more.

Sitting by a lighthouse bathed in the darkness.
With not another soul about.
The sound of sound waves breaking comes crashing in.
As all my angst starts pouring out.

Standing at the water’s edge.
With a bottle of bottled up emotions in my hand.
As the sea gently erodes away my fading footprints.
In life’s ever shifting sands.

Encased in glass, trapped like a genie in a bottle.
I cast away the best and worst of me.
As I stand here drowning on dry land.
Yet feeling all at sea.

A bottle crammed full of mixed emotions.
Goes bobbing off to who knows where.
I watch as the bottle drifts off to the far horizon.
But I’m too numb inside to care.

There’s no message in the bottle.
Just a bottled up primal scream.
Full of anger, confusion and resentment.
And every mixed up emotion in between.

A primal scream trapped in a bottle.
With the lid sealed nice and tight.
I sit in silence and watch my bottled up emotions.
Disappearing into the silence of the night.

A primal scream encased in glass.
Full of sorrow, woe and pain.
Cast adrift into the Sea of despair.
To be never seen again.

Will the bottle be swallowed by an ocean of tears.
Or will it reach some far off distant sandy shore.
Either way or neither way.
I’m passed caring anymore.

No tears shall I weep for I’m emotionless.
Nor words of regret shall be spoken.
As long as the glass bottle remains intact.
Then my new found resolve shall remain unbroken.

Time and tide wait for no man.
As I watch the turning of the tides ebb and flow.
I’ve bottled up my feelings for so long.
The time has come for letting go.

As the darkness of such lost feelings fade,
Today seems to be a brighter day.
As my bottle of bottled up mixed emotions.
Drifts silently further and further away.

PTG © copyright


Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #144 July 25, 2022

There’s a view outside my window
Which changes every day
The sun was shining bright, my love,
The day you came my way

There’s a view outside my window
Which changes every night
The moon is high or sometimes low
And tonight it’s very bright

There’s a view outside my window
With water smooth as glass
No need for fear of naught, my love,
As we lie upon the grass

There’s a view outside my window
With water smooth as glass
Is that a bridge to walk across
A deathly dark morass?

There’s a view outside my window
And I know not what it means
It’s rightside-up and upside-down
It is not quite what it seems

There’s a view outside my window
I watch it every day
The moon was burning bright, my love,
The night you went away

There’s a view outside my window
It’s lovely, don’t you think?
If I step upon the glassy water
Will I float or will I sink?

There’s a view outside my window
But I shall watch no more
My love, you are not coming back
Of that I am most sure

There’s a view outside my window
It’s very lonely, don’t you think?
I shall walk outside and take a seat
Close to the water’s brink

There’s a view outside my window
Please don’t gaze for very long
For you will soon discover
My love and I both gone

NAR © 2022