The High Seas of Glory

January 11, 2011

The High Seas of Glory

His lifestyle

Chosen by terrain.

Branded at birth

By legacy.

He will man the helm

When the captain moves on.

His mentor, his god

His position cemented.

A throne to be envied

But upon achievement

The foreboding sentence

Is made all too clear.

Death

The inevitable consequence

Of his birthright

Yet he knows no fear

Like those who have come before

Like the hero's of his land

His youth and vigor will be sacrificed

Into the depths of his watery tomb.

2011 Natasha Head

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Comments

Brian Miller said…

whew...what a weight to carry to know that which will take you...or perhaps that is freeing...nice one shot

January 11, 2011 at 8:28 PM

Reggie said…

To know you are destined for death, and yet you have no fear...well done.

January 11, 2011 at 11:25 PM

dustus said…

Great poem about the human condition. Reminds me of Dostoyevski facing execution before his sentence was changed and was allowed to live; then feeling free having come to terms with dying.

January 12, 2011 at 1:14 PM

Anonymous said…

Oh it's nothing but the brine in my eyes..

January 12, 2011 at 4:42 PM

Anonymous said…

The end comes. It is inevitable. It is what we do with the in-between that matters - and to take such a position in hand, to grab the wheel and embrace the life before them...that is the best way. Fine piece.

January 13, 2011 at 11:52 AM

Shashidhar Sharma said…

Dear Natasha...

I liked it so much .. thanks for sharing..

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January 13, 2011 at 12:46 PM