Tossed On the Tide - a Rattling Rhyme
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On an azure expanse without prospect or sail
the debris of my ship rent asunder from gale
as I float, the last salt to endeavor my breath
my mates sent to Davey Jone's locker in death
I am lashed to this length of the mizzen, adrift
as swells rock me gently and ship riggings shift
it's too many days now I've been without water
parched to my marrow the sun growing hotter
I've now resigned grace, if I give up the ghost
and I think on the treasures of life I love most
I remember my time in the crow's nest a-sway
puff cheeks of the moon on the tail of the day
the glow of the wake as the drift ever churned
and the dancing of St. Elmo's fire as it burned
oh the heavens - as dark as the deepest abyss
yet alight with a blush from the Milky Way's kiss
a thousand suns setting and not one the same
young lasses in port with bright tresses aflame
the yawp of the sails, e'er the ship came about
a yell from the nest when we'd spotted a spout
the cold slap of spray as a cap broke too soon
or Luna's night dance like ten million doubloon
well ...
the ocean can't hold all the rules that I've bent
but I float off to sleep on these billows content
ever sure that this seafarer's life was well-spent
and my only fit grave, this ol' sea, heaven-sent
aye, my only fit grave, this ol' sea ...
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Rattling Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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