A few years ago and worlds away from where I am presently, this was my reality on making landfall on a deserted Caribbean coast. Fortunately my memory survives. My soul's bequest to me.

My Soulís Bequest



The air is cold for a fine spring day

My thoughts drift towards a tropic sky

To years long past where dolphins play

Rays fly silent while frigates cry


To a lonely beach white as snow

No footprints mar this soft Cezanne  

Starfish drift with conch below

Water azure to crystalline 


Two cables off she rides at ease

Sails furled anchored dressed for rest

Hull crisp against horizon’s crease

My home my life my soul’s bequest

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-12 at 16:07

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I echo previous praises, and seek to amplify them. This poem is so beautifully observed, so verbally alert, and so esthetically pleasing, that it qualifies as one of your best, or at least as one of my favourites!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The writing is fine, the topic most pleasant.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Ooh yes, a very beautiful piece, Joe. We are particularly taken with the frigates, but we also cherish the dolphins, starfish, conch, and description of the sailing vessel. The colours are pleasant too :>)

F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds beautiful and serene, makes one dream :) As always, your descriptions completely bring me along in the moment. Very evocative, and a joy to read - thanks.