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Rough nights…a Sunday Whirl

Another brilliant group of words in this week’s Sunday Whirl.

How can a girl resist? Thank you Brenda!

Port anchor wake pitch marrow link stern rail sink navigate deck store

The pitch of the sky
A fish-scale gray,
Gull’s wings gray,
Swimming or flying
anchors the ship
Holds it in place
Roofing it over from port to stern
Rail in the man
Seal him off from colour and life
A lamp in each hand.
Navigate from one end of the chain to the stars.
The blue window of morning, a link between the varnished deck and the stairs that go down lower than the mast.
Because there is a sea between the land and the man and the unfolded night that stops the noise.
There is the sun’s wing that divides the wind and the wake.
The two leaves of the window open on the creaking horizon
Sink it down
A slipshod night to store the memories
Escape and trample on the marrow of the man
The stars fall on one side

Started this poem 17 times but it kept wanting to be nautical so I gave in. 🙂 It’s all good. Also good really good great are my friend’s Walt, Jules, Sara, and Anjum.

Comments: 9

  • August 6, 2012

    This is a terrific poem! Too many great images to name them here. Wow.

  • August 6, 2012

    Love this, Veronica. Especially: “Because there is a sea between the land and the man and the unfolded night that stops the noise.”


  • August 6, 2012

    wow, so image-rich! that’s what i most like about wordles – one uses and combines words that otherwise we wouldn’t, perhaps. the wordle opens up horizons.
    You did great, Veronica!

  • August 6, 2012

    “A slipshod night to store the memories”…here’s to smoother sailing in August. Glad to put July in the logbook…and away on the shelf. A bit of darkness makes the light all the brighter.

  • August 6, 2012

    I am wrapped in marvellous images! Lovely poem, Veronica. 😀

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