Open Poetry #29 |
Swells |
Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Napping below deck I hear the woody staccato. Creaking hawser rope. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Reminded me of my bunk on the first ship I was on...the 1MC was right above my head..a 3 am man over-board drill nearly sent me out of my skin... I miss being on the water.. "if you won't let me fall for you |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Excellent picture you drew |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I could hear it also...well done! ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Krawdad...I'm not sure what it is...but I can still hear it. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Funny, this made me think of strong hot coffe and biscuits. I think it was the smell of salt water. *smile* |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
There is nothing quite like a nap below deck!! Where did you do the controlled burn, Krawdad? believe in what your heart feels... |
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