To a Sailor At Last the Seas of Rest

Fear I have fallen
The day she died
So why so sullen?

No one is callin’
For this first I cried
Fear I have fallen

In vein a trollin’
These seas have lied
So why so sullen?

No longer full an
Imperious tide
Fear I have fallen

Beneath a wall an
impart to ride
So why so sullen?

Have I forgotten?
So much loss I’ve tried
Fear I have fallen
So why so sullen?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Rodgers Avatar
November 27, 2023 at 4:23 AM
CS, your poem is a poignant exploration of loss and longing. The repetition and rhythm create a melancholy tone that beautifully captures the your emotional journey—well done! - Blessings, Daniel
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June 7, 2017 at 1:56 PM
Love the format of this poem!
Parker Avatar
March 18, 2018 at 3:38 PM
its called villanelle
Parker Avatar
March 18, 2018 at 3:38 PM
its called villanelle
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