How proud she was
at twilight
gliding ‘cross
all sails aloft
sweetly moving flowing curves
epiphany of sail observed
Creaking rigging
sweet the sound
genoa full
outward bound
slipping quietly through the night
so often seen
a wondrous sight
She merged into the darkness
Sails no longer feel the breeze
60 ft of water
pleased
have taken her
so she lies
beside the reef
where she capsized
Broken there
she lies in state
when you see her hesitate
so much beauty
now forsaken
by the route
she had taken
Author notes
Beneteau Oceanis 43 is one of the truly great cruising yachts
Sometimes; just like life, the wrong path is taken
A contest entry
- Thank you, Carolyn by Sonja.
5000 points, ended July 17, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any feedback most welcome
Comments
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Very nice and interesting taken of rhyme and theme in this lines of fine written poetry. I had to see its pictures. Yes, it looks great. Thank you.
~Sonja~
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I really like this, it's very clever, a wonderful metaphore. Lol I feel a bit like her now
Cherry
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