Short Portside Poems

Window Gazing

Maureen Staley Cary


Might her mood be blue

like the curtain or the shade of sea
 
stripes on her dress

staring portside, about to take a step

through the open frame

lured by the soft lapping water, 

a distant seagull,  flapping sailcloth

a fleeting moment

rendered constant

on Dali’s canvas...

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We patronize those ships
that traverse these oceans,
for they sustain a set schedule
and not as spontaneous as others. 
Their fixation of the seas proves their 
genuineness and the portal to our harbor, 
is easy to navigate. That revelation fixed the
mood for intrigue amongst the crew of the ship
while they go portside tangible to their sister ship.
Our patronage is then recognized as each lay anchor.


2020 January 17...

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