January 27th, 2012
Open Question: read my poem! please! it’s on a ship?
it was perfect
a sailors dream
polished gleaming wood all finely varnished
the smells of the coast were within her
sensing the spirit of good fortune
massive in the glinting sunlight
glowing white sails perched on top for the wind
smooth and sturdy
immortal
people come and go as the
long journeys make swift
the ship grew old
so did i
soaked scrubbed chipped and battered
tossed and turned in the oncoming waves
it struggled one day in a tremendous storm
that caught us all on board
shredded white sails now green
lifeless in the black hole of the sea
murky waters loom above the one sided
ship.
spongy filthy and mossy no shape given
now an aquatic home among sea creatures
sea-urchined and forgotten
estranged to
the beautiful isle of skye
how does it sound?
