The Uss Poetical Mystery
Sailing silently on the USS Poetical Mystery.
In a craft, where I joyfully create my own poetry.
The waves beating against the shiny, wooden bow,
Are gentle soundscapes to me now!
That scent of the sea, oh, how it inspires me!
To become a better poet, which I hoped to be.
To pen inspirational poetry,to not fret madly over what to write.
But to actually see my poem, gleaming on the shore in bright sunlight!
The magic of both sea and aquamarine quill.
Humbles this poet's soul and quiets my stormy will.
There's something magically mystical here.
I stand, see the beauteous waves, and in gratitude, shed a tear!
4/4/2021
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