“I sit here,
inert ship of fools,
storm tossed,
abandoned,
yearning for the seven seas
lost to god's and moon,
Adrift here,
often I perceive
palm islands,
safe harbour,
just beyond oblivion,
there waits a breeze.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Gentle, beautiful, sad... the price of waiting is often high. A fine write. Lita
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Story nicely told and some nice imagery here.
Good entry poet
Jeff
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I always feel good reading poems with this theme... lovely write, good poet, and you did this beautifully! 
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I really liked the consence talking here, facing the end, it wonders in hopeful bliss, very nice indeed
Thank you for joining us in the Shadorma Challenge, best wishes!
many blessings, Sandi
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Beautifully sad...
and wonderful use of metaphor. I was taken right in to the imagery of this. Just love it...alby
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