Open Poetry #12 |
Sailor Beware |
ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
Fog Light steers me upon reefs of knowing I did not in truth disintend Yet I always considered the helm the sails masters wrought the course by star eye sextant and hope foolish cabin boy so little known The sea has plans her own and you can only follow "Time is merely change. It neither enslaves nor determines us. It is instead our opportunity for self-definition" |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
isn't that the truth *s ~Wynter... "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Your poem stirs quite an ominous air, and I enjoyed it very much. I wonder if you have considered employing punctuation in this piece? I think it might serve to strengthen the tone of an already strong composition. Thanks for it. Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
I like this...nicely penned. Poeminister "Our deeds determine us as much as we determine our deeds." --George Eliot |
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