Her Soul, The Sea (The Ship)A Poem by GeorgiosA nice nautical Iambic pentameter.Her Soul, The Sea (The Ship)
The shadows deigned in precise sequence where skylines have conducted fore the ship, its blackened sight to boss the thought and sense of sailors that imagined its long trip.
The Northern wind was cutting like a knife, injurious, its messages behowled, equilibrating on the brink of life of the foregone to seas, the thinking prowled.
The ship's black smoke ascended to the skies from supercilious tall funnels, smog, bestowing sacrificial offing size to sovereign Gods that lived inside the fog.
The tidal and enshrouding foaming spills advanced the dusk, advanced the bawling horn's unearthly sounding out; the flowing rills retracted in the sea its crying mourns.
In front of us, the ship's displacement thrilled approaching, so, magnificent the moors; Her Soul the Sea, her eulogy instilled inside our minds and souls, where faith adjures.
Pristine the sea, baptized the scene in depths where psyches stay in canted-over keels, deceptive were the reasoned-out percepts, infused where catastrophe conceals.
The night descended when the ship's steel gaze examined curious and measured me, proposing wedlock and a fate of blaze, my competence, demanding, in the sea.
Across the Straits, young lady Sadness kissed with ripping cold my twenty years and eyes, resembling Her Soul, the Sea, amidst the Northern winds that howled and my demise.
© 10-15-2013 G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved (Iambic Pentameter) © 2015 GeorgiosAuthor's Note
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Added on October 27, 2015 Last Updated on October 30, 2015 Tags: nautical, mariners, sailors, ship, Iambic pentameter, Venetopoulos, Georgios AuthorGeorgiosAthens, GreeceAboutInternational poet, photographer and Engineer. My full name is Georgios Venetopoulos more..Writing
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