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A poem that I just wrote. It's been edited only slightly; thoughts on this new poem? |
| “Sailor” 2/16/07 Worn down by the sea Hands calloused and rough as the boards ‘neath his boots And hair dried by the continuing breeze His face is imprinted with crevices and the lines that betray his years. Salmon, scallops, and salt permeate the air As waves crash, first loudly, then soft Bright eyes of indigo scan the horizon And a distant horn blasts away the fog. There is a poignant tug and then some thrashing, This man of the sea pulls in the boat’s lashings. With a creak and the sound of weather-worn planks The prickly roped net is raised Revealing a slippery, finned creature. Such is a brief glimpse Into the life of a sailor. |