Port

 

 

 My jumped ships impassible, waiting for a storm that died out of wind long ago.

The hulls full of, empty of. Waves written in sand. The voices fled along with the moon dreams ago.

Night falls again. Maybe in the morning there'll be water. Maybe in the morning wind will come and kiss my sails. 

4 Responses to “Port”

  1. Crunchy Weta En dit que:
    January 19th, 2007 at 3:02 pm

    Excellent swan! I have to say i first read the last line as kiss my sailors! I thought only Swan could think of that! Sails or sailors – only Swan could think of that!
    Cheers
    Glenn

  2. swan_pr En dit que:
    January 20th, 2007 at 1:15 am

    ah Glenn! only ME can kiss my sailors! I did hesitate to use “ago” like this, ending both lines. so I’m really glad you liked it. writing again soon?

  3. Chris En dit que:
    January 20th, 2007 at 2:45 pm

    Tremendously written and the picture is perfect. You should frame this for wall art. Serious.

    Nicely done~

  4. swan_pr En dit que:
    January 23rd, 2007 at 12:26 am

    Chris: thank you very much.

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