Best Scraper Poems

We all hold our worlds in a whisper
For we don’t know what forms they’ll take:
A single snow-globe, that’s cast in storm
‘Could’ scrape the skies with ache,
An’ the twisted, fabrics of a heaven -longed
‘Could’ billow an’ spill forth to unfold
(Across the very, wax wounded mantle
That once...

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I was …

awake …
in the crow’s nest
but doing all I could to not nod off
we had been through storms that day and
all the previous night
(such was the North Bering)
so not a soul had slept
‘til now …
all was quiet at ten bells 
the moon was in...

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