December 23, 2011
By , Cumberland, ME
You arrive here in morning,
Death in his crotch.
Enduring each afternoon,
What even the devil admonishes upon.
Sailors take warnings,
Those monsters scarlet from the deep,
Yet heed the danger,
And come aboard the cursed Wicked.
You once looked up at this man,
The sole chance of escape,
Yet now his chances are as grave as yours,
Desperation in the making.
As days and days leave and come,
The question scorches you,
Throbbing and,
Pumping and,
Burning and,
Will you come back alive?
Or will your spirit endlessly haunt the cursed Wicked?
Time is to tell,
And the clock is ticking.

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dolphinportkey7 said...
Jan. 16, 2012 at 8:44 am
Well, I dunno if this or the other one is the "Sailship" you wanted me to rate, so I'll do both. This has a very vague and scary undertone- as if something horrible has happened, and you're trying to figure out what it is...or maybe, it's something that's actually just sad. Whatever it is, it makes the reader feel very intrigued, and that's one of the best things a poet can do.
SarasotaWonder replied...
Jan. 16, 2012 at 11:04 am
Thanks for the comment.....sorry I forgot I had two of the same name!! (This poem is actually about the story idea I have for the other "Sailship")
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