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Post by eezebard on Feb 29, 2020 12:51:25 GMT -6
~~~ The pitch o' night her captain feared her leeward pending doom
November's raging breath ensnared to daunting reef she loomed
Her belly shattered pitched and gorged as raging swells reclaim
The drift of break flew blizzard cold ~ "Come Sail Away" is her name ~
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Post by Catlady2710 on Feb 29, 2020 17:08:02 GMT -6
Wow - made me think of The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald, but on a smaller scale.
Come Sail Away - such an ironic twist.
I could see the action of this poem happening in my mind - storm, wreckage and all!
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Post by augustsky on Feb 29, 2020 18:24:43 GMT -6
Love the turn of every phrase, right as rain eezeb.
Sky~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 1, 2020 5:24:40 GMT -6
This is wonderful in classic style and words used.
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