The cello swells
But the sea lies flat on a hairless chest.
Seemingly though, a ship swims back to shore
With no sextant or logical love for
Land or prose or personality type.
A trap i swear,
A single wave to cast away the sky
could never be.
This little ship, with it's single faultless sail
Now sinks,
Down.
Gone. But always there in my medium heart.
A lovely fancy. Thank you! Well done.
ReplyDeleteJamieDedes
love the title, the imagery is stunning.
ReplyDeletewelcome sharing your poetry with us, first time participants can share 1 to 3 old poems or poem unrelated to our theme.
have fun today.
keep up the excellence.
hope to see you in.
xx