12 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 12, 2021 in Poetry, romance, Still Life


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6 responses to “Odds

  1. astrosub

    May 12, 2021 at 1:05 pm

    Beautiful. It brings to mind the thought that sometimes what we hope for may be right in front of us. It involves just taking the leap into the unknown. That the scary part but so is anything worth doing.

    Sorry. I’m usually not so deep before my first cup of coffee. Have a wonderful day. Smiles.

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  2. veveheart

    May 12, 2021 at 1:07 pm

    Hope springs eternal. I’m never giving up and I’m 71.

    Sent from my amazing IPhone


    Liked by 1 person

  3. thereluctantpoet

    May 13, 2021 at 1:20 pm

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person


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