Constellations of Fear

Lost in the sound of loneliness
Sailing the straits of despair
Searching for landfall that cannot exist
Navigation by constellations of fear

Too many days and nights at the helm
No course laid, an aimless charade
Never I find a harbor that’s safe
This ocean of thoughts by which I’m betrayed

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

Comments

Geezer

2 years ago

I get your title...

and the first lines take me right to the heart of the piece.
I do believe that the proper spelling of "straights" in this case, would be [straits].
Your last line just doesn't gel for me; depending on which way you meant it, I would use either [delayed or betrayed].
Otherwise, the meaning of the whole is pretty obvious. I understand how lonely it can be, when no one either gets it
or cares. Or maybe we just care too much about what others think? No matter, I feel you. ~ Geez.
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Rosewood Apothecary

2 years ago

I’m going to take your advice

The act of belaying I rope around a cleat or mooring, or a general stop command. Nautical. Obsolete usage is more like the laying of a trap or a siege that’s archaic and I do love that old language.

For the purposes of this poem it’s overboard (pun intended). I like betrayed and yes, it’s straits.

Good job with that critique.
Tim

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