The Tradewinds are sirens who blow boisterously from east to west. Riding them down island in the caribean is  a thrill beyond measure and addictive so much so that many just never stop the run and port is for building strength to meet with them a


Hostage To The Trades

 

 

Bright blue the sky

Sapphire the sea

Spume hiss midship

Rumble on the stern

 

Ship lifted high

The run begins 

Race down the swell

To begin again

 

Wind in your hair

Spray on your face

There's no place as fair

The Trades do embrace

 

Like some wild lovers

They capture your soul

Like some wild lovers

They accept no parole 

 





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Written on 2021-03-06 at 00:26

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
If you're to be hostage to something, this sounds like the thing.

Great poem.
2021-03-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Thuraly appresaited, josephus,
Ken D
2021-03-06



Here again, I'm loving the first two stanzas especially, and the rhyme of soul/parole is growing on me! Excellent imagery, and yes, you've captured it.
2021-03-06


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so good that I can actually feel the experience.
2021-03-06