Open Poetry #31 |
Trawler Man |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Skies swirle Grey beckons no Swirl of your skirts no-one deserves No I wont try for you Hooked like a fish for gutting Yes you pick your big man I'll go to sea to pick the fish You will gut Watching the water swill over boots Tells you the sea takes it's gifts Returning empty hopes To those who need them No one fighting for his life Remembers more than a fifty foot high sea Prayers What are you praying for The Rest in port of Mariners A woman lost her man That might take you if you can catch Who cares for you On those dark nights When you know your end And going home Who cares for you But the next ship The next wave |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Flows real nice-- enjoyed! |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Thanks Grover I actually though it was one of the best I had written Such is life Dave |
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