Open Poetry #49 |
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Come Sail Away |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London ![]() |
~~~ The pitch o' night her captain feared her leeward pending doom November's raging breath ensnared to daunting reef she loomed Her belly shattered pitched and gorged as raging swells reclaim The drift of break flew blizzard cold ~ Come Sail Away's her name ~ |
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Boomer Styles Member
since 2014-03-02
Posts 194South Side Of Success |
Your title reminds me of an old Styx tune by that name and your November weather reminds me of the Edmond Fitzgerald, an infamous wreck in Lake Superior on November 10, 1975. So yes, your poetry stirs thoughts and that's what poetry should do. One ladle serves the soup that feeds the mouths of the many. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Perfect style is this sea-faring tale of the sea showing man what fools we really are. You wrote it well, Rex. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
Boomer... Thankyou, I find that if you keep a poem short enough it allows the reader to fasten their own images around it... I like that old song ![]() Jerry... Thanks. Some self taught professionals could benefit from a simple weather report. Then "come sail away" another day ![]() |
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