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Meeting at Sea
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Meeting at Sea |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Meeting at Sea The ships spoke. A grim corvette, Yet with its gun ports shut Looking slightly less formidable Than its captain hailing through a trumpet. "What ship?" he barked, Then gauged the approach, Complicated by the track of each Breaking vigorously in the diminishing expanse. Silence. Again, "What ship?" And cupped his ears to catch the shout That broke from the mouth of his merchant counterpart But ran downwind before reaching him. He seized an expletive But then thought better. Touching his hat, and noting the weather, He quietly ordered a change of course. Later that night, propped up in his berth, He logged the fact, and rare opinion: "Spoke this day a small East Indiaman. Course, northeast. From scent assumed the cargo tea And possibly cinnamon. Note: There stood at the rail A lovely woman." RMW |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
RMW, you wrote us a great adventure and I guess it is up to each of us to come to our own conclusion. I enjoyed it! ME |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
ME.....Thank you very much. Yours was the perfect comment. Kind regards....Bob |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is enchanting! I loved your style and you absolutely painted this scene for me! I enjoyed this VERY much. I love the captain's logbook part. Nice ocean of symbolism too!  |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This....is wonderful! |
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