Tuesday, August 12, 2014

How About Some Poetry???  hmmmmm? Here you go!

First Light 
Sailors gather at harbour’s first light.
With shared anticipation, they wend to a new land.
Cool nights and long watches
ETA thirty days.

Days, nights, blur to weeks, then a month.

Dawn breaks; day thirty-five.
Night watch is at end.
Sun warmed air
Breezes build.
Salient waves push up from the sea.

Sinking into damp bunk, awaiting sleep;
my inner light abrades.

Dusk demands a new watch.
A meal shared.
Cupped hands scoop fresh filtered water to parched lips.
Small sups, rations hold.

All hands on deck pan seas where skies meet.
Eyes ache with want.
Hopes unravel.
Off-watch disappears below.

Night world is distinct.
Sight muted – sounds engulf space.
Waves lap aggressively against complacent hull.
Wind through rigging echoes where an hour ago, lay silent.
“Pop” – sails balloon over each wave crest.
Sanity within earshot; out of reach

Surf down wind, whether helm or bow.
Fifty feet; not far enough to achieve separation.
No privacy on a floating villa.
No room for free will.
Listen intently to the night.
On guard to its oddities.

White dawn bursts.
We eat up our own shadow.
Dark departed, forgotten.
Exhausted - communal meal, escape to hide below.

All aspire to spot first port.
Mirage? Reality?
Beckon new watch!
All eyes on horizons peer.
Wind holds breath tight.

Silence explodes.
Garrulous crew spew speculations.
Mirage is reality!
Warm tickle of delight envelops.
Spirits inflate.
Land across a body of water,
Inspiration to coalesce.

Summer is busy.. will try to get back soon.

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