My sailboat


Antidote

Antidote has slept far too long
The winter's done the spring sun
warms her to stir and wash off
The collected grime with lady rains

Soon she'll sway to sensual strokes
Winds and care and loving share
Her summer friends returning
To her embrace and joyful grace

The motionless months static
Dormant upon her winter gone
The constant subtle moves of
Her nature's realm now awaits

She shivers as the water touches
Once again alive to all the strokes
Of water wind rain and weather
Once more alive to sail again



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-25 at 00:24

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Very nice!
2015-05-01


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Fog has said pretty much what I intended to say. It took me a second to catch the rhymes. I got to the third stanza and thought, "hey, wait a minute," and then started again from the top.
2015-04-27


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. Looks like You Will Go Sailing Some More (Randy Newman pun)
2015-04-26


countryfog
I envy you the grace and freedom that sailing must allow you . . . there is almost something here of the prince awakening sleeping beauty, but again and again each spring, the long days and miles after, and then the different passage into winter. I like the internal rhymes, there is something that seems feminine about them.
2015-04-25