The Sailors Monologue Poem by John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)


Take this
As a now bearable parting gift



From someone who will always love you



The most



As we bid our last painful goodbyes



After renouncing
All known ties



And departing
Like two lonely unloved ghosts



Into life's
Slow moving mists



For
It's been a wonderful dream



But the dark god
Deimos



From The Great In-Between
Now let in



By emerald eyes
Hidden or seen



To slow shadow walk
Towards us



As we drift



Has gloriously
Destroyed us



Smiling
Wearing



A white Captain Bligh
shirt and



Old nineties
Faded
Levi's blue jeans



Grinning like a mad fool
In our slipstream



At the joy and wonder

Of all our frail emotional screams



Which creep in

In extreme
Sinful ways



As we fall apart
At the seams



In the fading lights
Each midnight



Or in so many dark secretive corners



Everyday



For our deep love

Like an abandoned
Nightingale



Has upped suddenly
And flown
Away



Once
In a vision
Or a divine play



I saw you
Lovingly



Looking my way
On Malibu Street



But now
Feeling cold and
Numb



Eating crumbs of
Defeat



Like an outcast
A leper



A reborn
Fletcher Christian



Sailing away
On a new mission



I beg you

Please look away



For even though

I'm broken in two



Constantly

Thinking of you



My sad heart
Will once more soar



Like Martial Eagle
In full flight



When true love
Eventually returns



And she knocks
Hard



On my tired hearts
Beating
Door



Pleading to be let in
But until then



Gossips
Racketeers
Gaslighters



And every incarnation of the known Devil



Hear my rebellious lions roar



As my soul

Stands so ready and majestically
Tall



Holding a golden sharp diamond-encrusted sword called Hope



Clutching a solid silver shield

With



Veniet Amor Cum Paratus Sum (L)



Inscribed on the front in gold



Love will come when I'm ready



To banish despair
Forevermore



For this pain and old memories are no longer civil



So here I stand
In pure spirit



On
Freedoms
Sandy
Yellow shores



As my higher self



Prepares
To go to war



To earn some more
Golden and red medals



For my old true love
Has walked right out of my life



And joy doesn't live here
Anymore





(C)
Copyright John Duffy



Deimos /ˈdaɪmɒs is the personal god of dread and terror in Greek mythology