Windship Fancy

To lose a day to ennui
Is an abhorrent loss to me

To idle through a waking day
And never leave the path to stray

Where no one else's mind has trod
Thinking thoughts like seeds in pods

That germinate and grow to be
the waves that froth beneath my lee

As my vessel charges full and bye
towards lost horizons 'neath a sky

Of cerulean blue and popcorn cloud 
I sing in riots of rounds out loud

To thank my God that I may be
Alive this day of fantasy





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-21 at 00:45

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This flows beautifully. the rhymes are great too. Ennui is an odd word relative to its meaning. I first knew of it from the Michael Nesmith song "Grand Ennui" and it still perplexes me to this day.
The visual references here are wonderful as well Joe.
2021-07-21



The fourth couplet, especially, has a rhythm that takes us in ... the language, too, is strong there: "the waves that froth beneath my lee."
2021-07-21


Steven Riddle The PoetBay support member heart!
This was wonderful. I loved the cadence and the sense of sailing and at sea. Wow! Such a beautiful poem.
2021-07-21