Tercet: "Nautical"
Not a soul is steady in the ocean
The ship, it rocks, from sail to cabin
The helm is lost in a tidal mountain
The hull is soaked in salts of liquid
Tides splash on deck from the sea's thud
The bow overflows; the brig to flood
Riding the winds from the towers above
The masts jive with every watery shove
The sails, they flap, from the wind's above
If the sea shall swallow up this ship
I will climb the mast 'til the very tip
Where the winds will wail and they will whip
My weathered digits will cling to the pennants,
But the waters rise 'til I'm drown in the currents
And my head's sunk below with the sea's serpents
You crashed in like a hurricane
Leaving the world all weather-stained
My ship lost in the tides, and I the same
YOU ARE READING
Noisy World (ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ)
PoetryI've never claimed to be a poet; I've only ever claimed that I'd try.
