Ghost ships

I woke up the same time as yesterday

Grilling my name in the shade, got away

In bits and pieces of leaves

As you were before

Will never be again

If time can comment on the condition of sin

Said "I’ll never forget to forgive"

Finally a fire in me

To burn off this deadwood, do you disagree?

It’s sharpening teeth,

This feeling to capture the flag you freed

Now it breathes, a national breath

A majority of one at home in  your chest

Trying to call them all down

To report through the ages the stories we told

Dog eared distracted, it’s all the same

Loose ended women pulled me off the page

Now I’m tell-tailing away for another day

My captain righted a ship his own way

Said, “this door stays locked when I’m not here”

Saw the flash and the fire in the eyes of  first mate

Feigned for instruction fanning the flames

Saw his fate in reflection and compass and fog

Pried away from the door it’s a heat sink you know.

Calling them down, all the stars by the names that we gave

Stole away by a shoe string, a trip on a lace

Tied round the moon, saw the look on her face

The tide tallied lines like a ghost in the wake

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Rousing & vivid imagery that had my mind bifurcated on 2 tracks. In 2016, an Oakland, CA warehouse crammed with artists & tons of their possessions burned to the ground in the middle of the night without adequate access for these artists living there to escape. After all these years, I still think of this ghastly fire when I see "Ghost Ship" becuz that's what these artists called their humble (& in many ways illegal) abode. Your poem speaks of ships out to sea as well as those on shore with real live dead ghosts (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lacey Sue]

Extraordinary work sir, I tried reading the eyes one because the description and it had the word sleep in the description and it made me think about my diagnosis