Sailing alone is a philosophical state
Bearing: west by south.
Winds: North by northwest.
Seas: dull green, mounting, with slashes of white.
Starlight reaching..... Reefed
With a bone in her teeth.
Crew: none .... horizon empty.
Spray wet... cold... alive!
Alone
She rolls and pitches the rhythm of a cradle song.
The rhyme of pointing up and falling off.
Lee rail wet with occasional wash.
Weather rail making the coast disappear.
My station; the cockpit's lee side.
I watch my world of shimmering luff
washed by occasional frothing sea.
Safe... pensive....pleasantly melancholy.
Alone
Its time.
I rouse, with effort, from a half doze
And survey a larger immediate more demanding world.
Order the boat.... Prepare the sheets....
Wait for the moment... no logic...no thought
Only sensation.
Focus the senses.... feel the boat..
Listen to the wind....
Absorb the rhyme and rhythm.
Ready for the prefect instant.
Alone
Come About!.....
The wheel spins out the planned Chaos
Rattle........ Cacophony......
Starlight shaking like a wet hound.
Rhythm gone like broken glass!
Bight down on the other tack.
Sheets tight as winches tame her sails
from random noisy billows to hard white wings.
A new rhythm....... a new rhyme
Softer now, the wind....... more abaft the beam.
A gentler cradle........ a softer song
Alone
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2018-10-24 at 15:43
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Autumn Solo
Dark Appaloosa Sky rushing to a slate horizon.Bearing: west by south.
Winds: North by northwest.
Seas: dull green, mounting, with slashes of white.
Starlight reaching..... Reefed
With a bone in her teeth.
Crew: none .... horizon empty.
Spray wet... cold... alive!
Alone
She rolls and pitches the rhythm of a cradle song.
The rhyme of pointing up and falling off.
Lee rail wet with occasional wash.
Weather rail making the coast disappear.
My station; the cockpit's lee side.
I watch my world of shimmering luff
washed by occasional frothing sea.
Safe... pensive....pleasantly melancholy.
Alone
Its time.
I rouse, with effort, from a half doze
And survey a larger immediate more demanding world.
Order the boat.... Prepare the sheets....
Wait for the moment... no logic...no thought
Only sensation.
Focus the senses.... feel the boat..
Listen to the wind....
Absorb the rhyme and rhythm.
Ready for the prefect instant.
Alone
Come About!.....
The wheel spins out the planned Chaos
Rattle........ Cacophony......
Starlight shaking like a wet hound.
Rhythm gone like broken glass!
Bight down on the other tack.
Sheets tight as winches tame her sails
from random noisy billows to hard white wings.
A new rhythm....... a new rhyme
Softer now, the wind....... more abaft the beam.
A gentler cradle........ a softer song
Alone
Poetry by josephus
Read 608 times
Written on 2018-10-24 at 15:43
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