Gentle waves against an aged hull are tapping. In the moist, dank breeze, two halyards slapping. Spindly mast, describing swirls and arcs, Across a violet sky.
From west to east, broken, dingy clouds are scuttling. Around the cove, a deep silence screaming. Despite all attempts at random, cheerful thought, My mind is carried to you and I.
Just a few short days ago we were only meeting. Ever since, what strange and splendid hours we've been keeping! But, tonight there is only the moon, the stars, And thoughts of how and why.
In this muddy bay, my brain is dreaming. Though trees and a light on shore are reminding, Over the horizon, on an island in the sea, Is a lady with a golden voice, and eyes of shimmering blue.
Hi there Brett - Welcome to the poetry corner on CS
I just think your poem is great, Thanks for sharing it here
brett4733OPPowhatan, Virginia USAAug 26, 2012
Thanks, LadyBee. I am in no way a poet. Just sitting in a beautiful spot with a bottle of wine last night, and felt like being creative. I really appreciate the kind words.
shimmering_blueeast, Prince Edward Island CanadaAug 26, 2012
I love the flow and how the words are stringed in your poem...and though a bottle of wine can sometimes do the trick...creativity really does not come from a bottle but from the heart and head. Looking forward to reading more from you, welcome to CS-PC oh...and here's some flowers for you too
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Welcome to the poetry corner on CS
I just think your poem is great,
Thanks for sharing it here
I am in no way a poet. Just sitting in a beautiful spot with a bottle of wine last night, and felt like being creative. I really appreciate the kind words.