My Rollercoaster

I started a post,

And then Safari quit.

So I gave up,

And will give you a freshly written poem,

Still smelling of the sea.

Truly though,

I need a new direction.

I am currently just sitting in the same place,

On the same ship.

I'd like to jump ship and swim around a little bit.

A challenge, is what I need.

Maybe I will find one tomorrow.

Winter Sea Sailors.

On shadow ships,

In greying mist,

Slowly becoming

Fog.

-

We sail

Without sails,

On currents,

Without waves.

And in spirit we are

Sailing,

We are cutting through

The green seas,

You and I,

Sailors.

-

In murking depths-

We cannot see

The seaweed monsters,

That grip

The boat

That sits

-Vacant-

On the still sea,

Under veil

Of foggy submergence.

-

We stand on a swaying deck

On the cusp of a winter storm.

-

You hold your hand to

Your eyes,

A shield to

So as to see

What may lie beyond.

-

When we stand still on

Our sailing ship.

That rests,

A lame duck,

In invisible waves.

-

You and I,

Sailors

No more.