A fragile ship in quiet water floats;
it carries tears I’ve shed and can’t restrain.
They fill the empty words of my refrain
while silent water sits so still it coats
the poem I penned in falsetto notes.
The vessel waits for stronger sails to claim
a rhyme that lulls without a hint of pain
while pompous seas can’t blur the words I wrote.
When murky water stuns the prow and sail,
I'll write about the rhythmic waves galore
that ease my sobs with calm that never fails,
to heal the tears that softly drop before
the muffled sound of tides as sand prevails
and fragile ships of verse can sail ashore.
By Marilyn Terwilleger (mterwilleger@bresnan.net)
