Afloat, by Gary M Davis
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Come sail the sea of poetry!
That boundless fragile
ocean
Where my pen may skiff and toss
As a single sail on sentence ripples...
From rhyme to rhyme and couplet turned
Each port much sweeter than the last
Always to turn to
unmarked seas
Before some lovely thought can pass.
To seas where charts where never drawn!
Those unknown seas where artist's sigh
Nor sculptor's moan
Has not
as yet pretended worded poem.
Follow my little sail pointed into the
wide expanse of new though,
That strong unceasing wind
Turning
it's keel this way and that,
Creativity in it's furls and a
Prayer in my heart.
By John Thomas Davis Jr. |
Posted: 2018-04-01 01:43:44 UTC |
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