Sea of Words   

 

 

Two boats set out, or shall we call them rafts

They took their leave from Origins disparate

The boats were made by Owners’ handicraft

And to each Sailor truth did seem apparent

 

And from this truth came purpose made complete

To set the rudder carefully in place

To make it past the Islands of Defeat

To write till all but words has been erased

 

Smooth enough the waves were near the shore

A page or two survived the first few sets

But closely to the Islands they did draw

Though one did not observe the other yet

 

Ahoy there, called the first boat to the other

Indeed I do recall your face my dear,

Yes, so do I, you are my long lost brother

Come close, and let us get away from here

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And once the boats were close enough to meet

The Island shimmered in a background stance

The journey would be sure to be complete

And each would meet with happy circumstance

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To pass the time they threw each other words

And riddles made of draughts and driftwood thoughts

They paddled best when words fell into verse

And made their way through Harbours, Docks and Ports.

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One day he said I’m going round the Cove

I want to make it to the City gates

I want to draw my raft up at the Palace

And show them all that I’ve got what it takes

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She smiled at him and pushed his raft away

If anyone can, it is you my dear

He laughed and paddled faster than before

She watched him go until he disappeared.

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 Then suddenly the waters seemed foreboding

And where had she been headed anyway?

And how to write without his gentle goading

The vast blue line that never goes away

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But sure enough another day did dawn

And with it brought the sun and all its wealth

And blue horizons seemed again to call

She speaks her Poetry unto herself

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From time to time she hears a sailor tell

Her brother’s fortunes, happy in the town

His clever head and heart have served him well

He built his raft so he would never drown.