Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

The Specific Ocean

The point is dull upon the spear,
But still it pierced my greatest fear-
That this pain will always worsen
(My sinking ship so wayward steered)
Through the Ocean of my person
Toward a vortex, alas! Am veered!
I'll sail to Hell- cursed excursion!
But, lo! An island doth appear-
The sea doth swell; to Her a burden
My Vessel and I; 'tis clear! 'Tis clear!
That She vows for our submersion,
Crashing upon the rocks rushed near
Shipwrecked! Incurred Her incursion!
When She, so once to me endeared-
How I wish a diff'rent version
Of our tale that endeth here...

*HEART OF THE SEA CONTEST ENTRY

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Karen Anglesey September 30, 2013 at 6:41 PM Another well written one in your most unique style. Very visually entertaining and captivating :) Just That Archaic Poet October 1, 2013 at 9:24 AM <3 Thanks, hon :)

Samuel Robinson September 11, 2013 at 7:54 PM Fan of your rhythm Just That Archaic Poet September 12, 2013 at 9:31 AM Thanks; I hope the words hold some significance though, also lol

Barbara Gorelick September 11, 2013 at 3:14 PM Magnificent...wish Id written it..lol. BG Just That Archaic Poet September 11, 2013 at 5:24 PM That's such a sweet compliment; it warms my heart. Thank you, BG :)