Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Crested And Kissed

The snap of canvas
set Her ropes groaning.
And She skims the waves,
Her wood planks, moaning.

A spray of salt brine;
wets my lips and tongue.
Nature's elixir,
which helps keep me young.

Foamy, frothy peaks;
are crested and kissed.
And indigo waves;
morph into a mist.

Chasing brisk breezes;
She leans to one side.
And I'm elated;
near bursting with pride.

But exaltation
died on the next swell.
For emptied of wind;
Her sails drooped and fell.

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Line Gauthier March 3, 2018 at 8:07 AM Beautiful imagery of a sailboat without needing to specify the object. Well written, Emile. Emile Pinet March 3, 2018 at 9:09 AM Thanks Line, I appreciate your support. Emile.

Peter Dome May 22, 2015 at 9:39 AM Excellent piece of writing. A joy to read leaving me very inspired. Love the feel and visuals. Very skilfully done, with some great phrases. Love ropes groaning line., well. done. best wishes. Pete. Emile Pinet May 22, 2015 at 10:50 AM Thanks so much Peter, I appreciate your support. Emile.

Nandita Das May 22, 2015 at 9:37 AM How wonderfully you weave your words and how beautifully your poetry flows. I am just wonderstruck. #7 Emile Pinet May 22, 2015 at 10:51 AM Thanks so much Nandita, I greatly appreciate your support and words of encouragement. Emile.

Jan Allison May 21, 2015 at 3:16 PM beautifully descriptive Emile - I can picture the images so clearly in my mind - no need for an image with this write:-) Hugs jan xx 7 xx Emile Pinet May 22, 2015 at 7:47 AM Thanks Jan, I greatly appreciate all of your support. Emile.