A Poet At Sea
Just a Poet at sea...
A voyage across waters where I can be free...
I sit with my feet up writing of the views...
Always knowing that my poetry will make small news...
The pages turn as I watch parents and children play...
I scribe tales of lovers and dreamers who set sail that day...
As the darkness filled the night only a quiet sky set a tone...
The moon is my light to scribble as I watch all alone...
The shaking of my pen as my paper is dusted in snow...
Then screams of horror as water pours at my feet with no where to go...
I clench my book of tales and run to a point where I can be...
And there I float as this world is eaten by the sea...
As silence and cries drift fast asleep...
I close my eyes and die with only my poetry to keep...
written for DreamWeavers
Titanic contest...
by Michael J Falotico
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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