A.E. Rivenbark Poet Alliteration

Starboard Saints

starboard saints
rowing ridges over
trembling tides, we're 
brewing boulders topped with
wintery whitecaps
sinking slowly, we whisper
defeated dirges to the
abyssal plains

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Justin Bordner July 11, 2014 at 12:56 PM There seems to be a hetoic hum in this dirge to a new depth Riverbank. I like the surreal quality to this poem. J.A.B.