I cast myself out, a bottle with a message
I spill ink, I spill nerves, I stain my fingers
My pen is not dry, and my paper is not filled
My bottle is not empty, riding the currents, my eyes to the sky
My back to the sea, can any one see me, hear me?

It does not matter, if I am understood
I asked the shell I found at the lake, how old it is
It said, "It does not matter"
It does not matter, the age of the shell, the age of the question
It does not matter, the age of me, only that there is me

I wondered, today, why it is so bad to smell of what we love
To smell of dogs, to smell of earth, to smell of water and wet leaves
I wondered, today, why we wash such things off
The things we love, that season us, make us ripe, make us lovely
We wash our love off and smell like empty boxes of soap

I lay down on the dock and closed my eyes
A nose sniffed my nose and whiskers tickled my cheeks
A paw stepped on my chest, my arms out stretched
I am a banner, do you see me Sky? Can you read me, Birds?

I am a bottle, and I cast myself out to the world
I have news, a message, a picture for you
I bring what I see and feel to you.
Can you open me, can you add to my story?

Honey, that is one pretty neat poetic statement. I especially enjoyed the "smell" stanza, and I agree 100 percent. The message-in-a-bottle image is quite the clever opening for this too. It's a great deal like what Whitman said in his "Song of Myself" and in his neat little poem "The Noiseless Patient Spider." Again, you restore my faith in this forum. G.

Loved it!!!!

I agree with Gerald, this is neat and then some...I too like the stanza about "smells"..Your mind is an amazing wonderland my dear...

I really love it

Thank you very much.
I love you.

Absolutely beautiful.

Thank you for sharing your heart.

I love you <3