Daily Poem — Sea Sale

Sea Sale

Tall ships catch the wind

Full mast catch a blast of chilled overcoat

To swarm the seas, reunited in purpose

Swimming with new hearts singing

Songs of hardship coming good

Vessels swelling wood blocks holes

Measure the deck space with certain paces

Traces of routine in mayhem of waves

Crashing and awash with salt severed ice

Cracking sunrise to cheer the soul

Quick to darken

Man the mast the mate hearkens

Lead on brave gentleman

Swarthy sea folk catch the treasure

Build short life chance

In need

Of landing

February 13th 2015

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015

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