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Sailed the seas of her
roaming over black rogue waves
pounding the fearful ego
A bittersweet joke
Lost on Mare timoris,
compass in the heart
Bed, a safe harbor
Her breath, waves lapping the strand
soft hips, map to home
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.. the heart bed ... a safe harbor. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteFresh and vivid take on the prompt...
ReplyDeleteI love getting lost in your words for a few minutes when I can.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the moment.
Jason
"waves lapping the strand"
ReplyDeleteLove this line, took me far away. Visuals of driving the coast of Dingle! Simple, concise and lovely piece.
Your first and last lines wrap the soft centre like a chocolate truffle. :)
ReplyDeleteOh those bittersweet jokes! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Loveliness...
ReplyDelete...a pleasure to read... and yes, wonderful take... smiles...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Mr Gumbo :)
ReplyDeleteMay you always always find your way home.
A port in every girl? Thre cheers for safe harbours.
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