Poem -
Windsong
Briny tis vast bethrong
Balsam swept windsong
Droplets align brusque seas
Sailors beware perilous lees
Fickle fathoms she weeps
Discorded notion steeps
Coquet tempest squall
Bounden to celestial call
Sail me matey, harness rein
Envious sodden domain
Cast to enchanted sea
Foolhardy, thou may be
Hasten to landlubber true
By chance nary pines you
Submerged in foamy cascade
Seawaters tis possessive maid
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Comments
excellent poetry Linda keep writing you are very giftedΒ
thank you for stopping by
A tale of woe and reminds me of tales of old.Β
I hope someday they (the system) let the madness and maiden go.Β
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Just epic Lisa, what you did here is not only enchanting for the reader to read but I could taste the sea air as I was thrashed about through impressive imagery. You have such a skill with wordsΒ
Gwen x
Thank you kindly Gwen
love the escapes you create so eloquently with a few words!................Jim
thank you Jim, an editor once told me to make a poem more metered you should cut the excess word luggage.....Aka....a, the, he, she,Β Ect.....ect
that advice has tightened my poetry.
love that advice! I will use it!................................................................Jim
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You're most welcome