LJIdol / LPF: Week 12: MacGuffin

[codenamewanderlust]

I want to be a message in a bottle 

 

Full of mystery 

 

Sent out into the wilderness 

The wild greens and blues

 

Riding the boundless current 

For so long I forget what 

it feels like to touch the earth

 

Until you would delight in finding me 

Plucked from the gentle tide

 

An unexpected surprise

A welcome distraction

 

And a sense of connection 

So fragile you would weep with joy

To read the salt stained words

Tucked inside clouded cerulean 

 

Uncorked 

Unraveled

Liberated

Purified

 

Given sanctuary 

 

Taken to a place 

where you feel happy

 

To be read 

curled up in an armchair

Or at a breakfast table 

between sips of coffee

 

Trying to find the meaning 

The first and final macguffin

 

The pot of gold 

at the end of the  

Mobius-strip rainbow
 

To be spoken about with reverence

The line between philosophy and poetry
To be brought to life in your imagination

Comments

[rayaso]

I enjoyed this so much! I loved "The first and final macguffin." The last line works especially well with the prompt.

[bsgsix]

Free-verse suits you and your style. I enjoyed the flow of this piece, as well as the meaning.

[fausts_dream]

I love this. Much stronger than my poetic effort this week.

[bleodswean]

Nicely done! I love the last stanza, the sentiment and the way it works alone and together with the whole!

[dmousey]

The Mobius 🌈 rainbow - now that would freak out the world, eh?
Anyhoo, thanks for.penning! ✌☺🐭🐁🎀❄⛄

[static_abyss]

I love the flow in this. I agree with bsgsix that free verse suits you.

[murielle]

"The line between philosophy and poetry..."

Beautiful! Profound! Completely captured my imagination.

Wonderful!

[adoptedwriter]

Beautiful!

[bellatrix_lestrange]

I really love the imagery you conjured!

[tatdatcm]

So very lovely and picturesque.

[sonreir]

Ah, I liked this! What better macguffin than a cryptic message in a bottle? :)

[halfshellvenus]

I re-read this to imagine a person in place of the message, and it worked really well with both interpretations!

To be encountered by someone, to be welcomed in and seen and slowly known, your secrets understood and embraced. To be loved.

Who wouldn't want that?

[song_of_thea]

This reads well, the rhythm is good.

[flipflop_diva]

I love this. Such beautiful imagery, especially this stanza (my favorite of all of them):
And a sense of connection
So fragile you would weep with joy
To read the salt stained words
Tucked inside clouded cerulean