Open Poetry #26 |
Sounding Mark 3 |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
In night blind drift, Reefed hulls askew on shore Seem the wreckage fate so defined For us If soundings lie And heads bob To sleeping eyes No more in toss To find Mark ½ And steer starboard For channels Where currents have gouged Deeper mud and sand Leaving passage for one Who is as heavy as we So the slow gurgled sounds On watered words slip From lips no longer pressed In tight lines But pursed As to almost whistle Melodic The times I pass Mark 3 And find no bottom To the black On which I glide No… Light will ruin your eyes And in losing visions clarity of shadow See nothing of a looming snag So whistle In darkness My song Let me toss a plumb And call All Clear! Mark 3 |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
All Clear All Clear! only the slap of water against wood the only sound on ear |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
All clear...tighten the main sheet...and trim the gibe...sail on.. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(sigh) I wouldn't want that rippling light to blind me either, I know that feeling and just want to see out in the horizon and think of the shores I'll see then watch myself keep between the buoys! (big hugggssssss) I love this journey with your words, yay, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton And that's the most wonderful thing about creating. It will always be a mystery. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Yes...very well done Captain! ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron...All's well that ends well, huh? Again, well done! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'So the slow gurgled sounds On watered words slip From lips no longer pressed In tight lines But pursed As to almost whistle Melodic The times I pass Mark 3 And find no bottom To the black On which I glide No… Light will ruin your eyes And in losing visions clarity of shadow See nothing of a looming snag So whistle In darkness My song' I've read this series several times and while it takes a bit more thought than I usually care to follow... it is a song I know well. You do the course justice. |
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