The mid night  ships walkabout with a flashlight in hand alone is a time for introspection and feeling the ship

Brubeck on the third watch

Seas of cobalt lift and fall with rhythm  unbeknown

To lesser men who are considered artists by their ken

Composers  whose scores are heard by  those 

Enraptured of stylistic strokes of measured time miss

Neptune’s  nuances of  beat and syncopation

Driven By relentless winter winds and frosted foam 

heard only on a frigid snapping cold of  midnight

Ships inspection on the third watch mid winter


Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-12-23 at 00:25

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like how this winds sinuously from start to finish.

Such a smart use of words.I am feeling illiterate in front of your writing.Bravo!!!

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow. I'm feeling the winter here. Very good poem.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Jo.
Ken d