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The Storm
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The Storm |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
When cruel, perfidious winds invade your sails And stark survival knuckles to the helm Alone, on seething seas ,off life's Cape Horn A staggering sense of, 'why?' can overwhelm The storm is up, and rising, he'll not yield Vast waves of crass injustice lash the decks And those who stoke false fires on The Fuego? They slipped ashore, in calm, to save their necks But what of necks that nauseate the noose? Grand necklaces of guile bring blackened tongue And when they climb the ladder back to truth They'll find that bile has rotted every rung. So onward now, on through the tempest toil You are the master of this battered ship And when, in calmer waters, you shall rest Tell them that you're wiser for the trip |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
Though it's a storm you're writing about, the poem reads a calm soothing rhythm. And rhyming is appealing to the senses. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I relate to this Redstart. I worked for years in the Gulf of Mexico on seismographic boats. Not a ship, a boat. I was personally involved with bad storms and hurricanes. In fact we rescued many from oil rigs during two, at least two, hurricanes. So, when I say I relate I absolutely do. Enjoyed the poem! ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
That's a pretty heavy duty poem. good job ~L |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Intense for sure, your ending was perfect. It isn't always smooth sailing out there.  |
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