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New Inspirations

I seek. Like a mystical sailor, I seek in the infinite corridors, Of Rudolf Samoylovich, navy blue, I seek in the peace of travels, I search without digging the blue nights, I seek with my hands, in disgrace, I seek with the power of polar bears, Without believing I see, without seeing what I see. I seek. Like a mystical sailor, Like Jack London, in full or empty cabins, On the cold ice of the Rudolf Samoylovich, What am I looking for? New inspirations. PS, Rudolf Samoylovich, is an enormous ship in the harbor, i stop by, everyday

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Michelle Morris

Date: 7/14/2023 3:56:00 PM

Lovely poem. It's important to keep seeking. For it is in seeking that we aspire to greatness. Stay safe and take care. Stay inspired. :-)

Bj Legros Kelley

Date: 7/14/2023 3:05:00 PM

This is a powerful poem of such vivid words, I too can see, and yet where I live, there is only much heat and not much water. Your poem is incredible! How wonderful. I used to live in the north, and saw ships, and the cold icy snow. This poem has brought back a cool and wonderous flood of memories, days of long ago on the border of Canada and the United States. Lovely memories, thank you!

Yann Rolland
Date: 7/14/2023 3:25:00 PM

Thanks you so much BJ, this is incredible comment, i am glad you appreciated have a nice sunday

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/28/2023 1:08:00 PM

wow, you actually see that ship each day. You are way up north?? That's where I imagine you must be from your reference to Jack London and the ice. Very nice!

Yann Rolland
Date: 7/14/2023 3:26:00 PM

Ooooppps, i am late indeed Andrea, i live in Europe in Britanny, sometimes it looks like North, i am glad your appreciated

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 6/26/2023 1:20:00 AM

- I see the ships from my living room window ... I see the mountains in my back garden ... I see the forest to the north and south ... the eagles fly over my roof ... no shortage of inspirations :) - A lovely poem, Yann :) - hugs

Yann Rolland
Date: 6/27/2023 4:00:00 PM

Thanks a lot Anne lise, it seems you live in an extraordinary place, your comment "thrilled" me, appreciated, thanks a lot

Paige Hind

Date: 6/25/2023 11:56:00 AM

Lovely work! So much can cause inspirations! Glad you found your ship!

Yann Rolland
Date: 6/27/2023 4:01:00 PM

Thanks paige, you're right, inspiration come from "nowhere" or "everywhere", enjoyed your supportive comment

Valsa George

Date: 6/24/2023 9:49:00 PM

Always seek for new inspiration ! It is heartening to know that the big ship is giving you the inspiration to move on in the sea of life!

Yann Rolland
Date: 6/27/2023 4:02:00 PM

thanks a lot Valsa for the warm comment, appreciated the moment

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 6/24/2023 5:40:00 PM

This is a very spirited and lively poem, Yann. Very much enjoyed.

Yann Rolland
Date: 6/27/2023 4:03:00 PM

thanks evelyn, for the supportive and warm comment, enjoyed

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 6/24/2023 5:28:00 PM

Must be lovely to live by a harbour and to see the ship Rudolf Samoylovich every day and to be inspired to write poetry as good as this. .. Belle

Yann Rolland
Date: 6/27/2023 4:05:00 PM

thanks Belle for the kind and supportive comment, ths ship will move away after works, i just share the moment, thanks a lot