Far Out

 

Ship. Oh Ship.
You have no rudder.
I know not what to do.

Neither do I 
have an anchor,
deep, deep is the blue

There are no lights
to show the coast.
Who will lead me through?

A dark moon 
lies wrapped in cloud,
deep, deep is the blue

I shall have
a tale to tell 
with the dawn in view.

The hole in 
my keel grows wider,
deep, deep is the blue

Then so long 
as I live I'm
one sailor who knew

Fate sends you there,
to the raging hills
of deep, deep blue

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Adam Whitworth

Fri 21st Jul 2017 13:00

Cynthia,

I've read and liked your lighthouse poem.

The two poems complement each other like two sides of a coin.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 20th Jul 2017 18:09

Much enjoyed.

I'm posting a 'sea' poem this afternoon - pure coincidence! Just wanting to let you know. I almost decided against it, and then thought 'no', I'll still do it. It's a huge variation on my usual works. Small world, isn't it?

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