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Saturday 3 October 2015

Something I dug up (Written last year)


Wooden planks laid adjacent beneath 
Sown together with a bed of nails 
A rod that bolstered a pair of sails 
Stood steady contingent upon the seas

Without cargo it travelled till now 
Yet albatross was a lone passenger 
He knew not how to cry nor how to anger 
And always led with a smile and bow 

Keeping the tiller aimed forward 
Straight and pointed as an arrow 
Drowning the old sail man’s sorrow 
Came the fervour of the merciless wave

Like a lavish gift from God 
The sadness could not reach 
He knew not how to beseech 
No new hopes were born at all

Continuing the journey on his saddle 
Head kept looking afar 
The water swallowed his guitar 
Hence losing the tune of his paddle

He struck a bargain with himself 
His dreams knew not defeat nor vengeance 
Anticipation can’t escape price and penance 
Apprehended from what once was 

Taking a chance with the sky 
He plead for help like a dying man 
With the hopes of an enduring plan 
But it was time to say goodbye

Granted now it was up or down 
What once was, is no longer his own 
The tale could be told if he had grown 
He succumbed to let his fate unfold

Unravelling a twisted spiral 
The water filling fast within 
Flashes come of what has been 
All will be gone in a while

Parts of his body had been forsaken 
He became a broken sail man 
Never learning how to abandon 
Only to have his possessions taken


-The Broken Sail Man 

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