.
i love your
eyne
i love your
narice
y
su boca
yourn pixie thick
jowlz
dientes
howlz
aft’ the storm’s the cure
the salt licks his face
though trenches’s formed
as foam settles down
will his Tessie rest
in his windward eyes
will she lay on his treasure chest
hearing the ebb and flow
as his vocal cords desist
from commanding mates
to feel the siren’s call,
to salve the absinthium,
absolve him with ecstasy
will she be there at all
or has the sail been torn
by the storm that rages within
will the Captain choose
to down the bitter sea water
drown in his rusty pipes
as Betsy sits on his shoulder
his eye rolled down the plank
he patched up the hole
Tessie’s tears are the seas
the salt assaults her
the Captain once hit Tessie
with a bottle…the ship
he’d never hurt the girl
who always waits on the shore
wait! wait!
he does come
he finds she’s a wild one
able to handle sea monsters
Tessie’s hand swats Betsy away
puts her in a cage
traps the man of her dreams
they both dream the same dream
still have much to learn
there will be an aft and stern
world may mix and churn.
Jim Horn Haiku
Staring Fore and Aft
By: Tom Wright
5/12/03]
We oft stare hinder,
knowing that there, lurks only time spent.
We embrace in thought those days without birth,
while probing their existence.
We're cognizant of frailties at discerning the future.
We should rather, focus on time at hand
for this is all we possess.
Time can ne'er be secure beyond today’s moment.
• young couple, fit male brown hair and glasses with toned blond female taking multiple selfies as ferry leaves Newfoundland
• middle aged blond woman- multiple selfies - all angles
• young tattooed dude chatting to unseen companions while smoking cigarettes
• older balding male looks longingly at vanishing shore
• young blond woman takes a quick selfie and is gone
• family, father red/blond hair and beard holdling young child too short to be seen over railing, wife and daughter appear only briefly
• background conversation, "It's not for me. You have to go through a lot of dirt to find a bit of gold"
• middle aged male, green T-shirt and sunglasses looks only into ferry's vehicles deck
I depart to join my wife and watch dolphins and porpoises from starboard aft of ferry.
AFT-PLAY - Nighttime Musing
Listening -
soft murmur of her breath
gently moving silken strands
draped across her face,
Nuzzling -
beauty’s aromatic aftermath
adrift -
on a sea of dreams.
12/6/2015
submitted to – Nighttime Musings – Poetry Contest
sponsor – FJ Thomas
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