SAILS AND OTHER THINGS
I saw a ship cutting through
a sea Aegean blue
sails full and wide
catching winds from lee side.
Suddenly it disappeared
as suddenly as the years flash by
that fade into some distant sky
SAILS AND OTHER THINGS
I saw a ship cutting through
a sea Aegean blue
sails full and wide
catching winds from lee side.
Suddenly it disappeared
as suddenly as the years flash by
that fade into some distant sky
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Short, sweet and succinct...
I sailed to that horizon and see another one just beyond. One little niggle, I would smooth out the last two lines into one and say: And suddenly the years flash by
and it fades into a Horizon Sky
Smooth sailing, this one! ~ Gee
Thanks, I will take another
Thanks, I will take another look.
joe
Hi Joe
Having line 5 not rhyme reinforces the suddenness contained within the line. You clever thing you lol........stan
That was my edit :)
That was my edit :)
thanks, Stan
Joe
Hello Joe,
It's all been sai, but I will ad that this reads really well and it makes its point vehemently albeit with fewer words than some would have used. Good stuff Joe!
Thanks, Lonnie. Not so subtle
Thanks, Lonnie. Not so subtle a message. Been to neurologist yesterday, I haven't sailed yet.
joe
Joe
A short and very good write, I use to write for people in pubs, cafe's, and places, this reminded me of one I wrote for a bloke in the Mayflower pub in Ottawa, he gave me a tea shirt from the Bulldog restaurant in Vancouver for doing so, that was back in 1990's I think or it could have been the 70's, here's what I wrote all those years ago:-
Ship
I met a ship on the Ocean
Its sails all ripped and torn
With two of its masts broken
Will it reach the distant shore
Was it beautiful or
Will it become beautiful
Or has it never changed..
Yenti
Profound or something I wrote so much and still write but more correct way due too Neopoet teachings lol.
Take care young Joe and know we are walking with you, Yours, Ian..
I lived on MAYFLOWER AVE when
I lived on MAYFLOWER AVE when I was a kid, Good poem. You should post it,
joe
Joe
This was written on a beer mat for a guy in the pub as I said , it needs a sort out before posting, thanks for reply, Yours Ian..
Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter.
glad ur trend changes in composition
but still compared
is your vision
with death
in this rendition
a change of stance
brings in immense vision
and
eases one's minds awful condition
to render admission
your poetry still needs
a supreme audition
sugar coated reality;
sugar coated reality; nevertheless, one cannot surpass the truth.
joe
you inspired my latest post, "Hide"