I'll tell you a tale
As old as Time,
Before life
Was to begin.
The tale of the
Ship o' Birth,
And the miricles
Within.
The wives they speak
Of tales old,
But none as wise and
Grand.
Like the ship that sailed
Shore to shore,
never to touch
Land.
Before creation
The creaking ship,
Drifting she did
Prevail.
Blundering on through
Endless rain,
Through endless storm and
Gale.
Until one day
She hit a rock,
Oh, she hit the rock of
Sin.
And as inky dark
It filled the hold,
Out spilled her cargo from
Within.
Good and gold
And Love and Life,
Into the darkness
Now set free.
To the lives of
Too many to count,
Including you and
Me.
And the ghost
wraith crew of the
Ship o' Birth:
their bones the sea did keep.
Sacrificed to the children
of earth,
Locked in eternal
Sleep.
And they say on the
Queitest of nights,
When the sea is flat
As glass;
You can hear
The creaking boards
Of time, as time
It still does pass.
Author notes
My story of Creation
A contest entry
- 'Phantom Ships at Sea' by Cynthia Gaines.
1200 points, ended August 7, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your Best Pre-Written Rhyme by piccola.
800 points, ended August 15, 2008, 90 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oooooh this kind of gave me goose bumps. the rhyme and flow are great thanks for the entry
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A profound wisdom here...
Thank you for sharing "The Ship O' Birth" with all of us, and thanks also for entering our contest!!!
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Very well written and full of wisdom
Well done
Raker
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