08 May



this feels like

sending a message

in a bottle

hoping it will find

your sea

your shore

your hands

your eyes

your heart

your soul

yet knowing

the odds against

it reaching you

are infinite.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new. Sighs. The improbability of messages in bottles.

Art by Sarah Fecteau


Posted by on May 8, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life


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8 responses to “Odds

  1. ~M

    May 8, 2020 at 2:49 pm

    Have you ever actually sent one? I’ve always wanted to, but don’t live near the ocean anymore.


    • Romantic Dominant

      May 8, 2020 at 3:01 pm

      Once, as a small child, on my first visit to the sea. I am absolutely certain it ended up coming back in on the next tide. We own a place on the coast, but I have never been tempted when there. The virtual sea is better with messages.

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      • ~M

        May 8, 2020 at 3:15 pm

        You never know though… your message could have reached someone clear across to another part of the world. Anyway, it’s fun to think of the possibilities. 😉 The virtual sea…. hmmm… I think you’re right. Might have to write a poem about that now. See what you’ve started! 😋Lol…

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  2. thereluctantpoet

    May 10, 2020 at 12:25 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. robinwriteon

    May 11, 2020 at 11:14 am

    Beautifully flowing in every moment of words

    Liked by 1 person


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