January 27th, 2012
Resolved Question: How is my half written poem?
the isle of skye:
it was perfect, the one in my dreams
i felt beckoned towards it.
polished gleaming wood, finely varnished
the smells of the coast were within her,
sensing the spirit of good fortune for years to come
massive in the glinting sunlight,
smooth and sturdy.
immortal
peole come and go as
the long journeys made swift…
any thing else? comments? questions?
it’s about a ship
