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 thoughts on “Port”

  1. Crunchy Weta says:

    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 says:

    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 says:

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

    Nicely done~

  4. swan_pr says:

    Chris: thank you very much.

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