Brine spray crashing all about her
hull heaving in gigantic swells. Halyards and sheets taut and straining
tars tossed about like children's toys. Bearded grimaces fight these yards
no albatross berths this clipper. The gale blasts toward open sea
no port for yet another fortnight.
The storm passes as it had come
red pink skys on west horizon. Broken spars, torn canvas, tired men
weary sailors repair her ails. Salt sea air of calming breezes
rejuvinate those who labour. A long life spent on rolling decks
breeds weathered skin and staunch spirits.
You know your sea, Budd, but this poem
is more than just knowing, your poetic
sensibility takes the reader to an appreciation
not only of the subject matter but of the craft.
i believe this is the first time i've read your work
but i'll be back for more
A FINE DESCRIPTION OF A VESSEL THAT HAS PROVEN ITS 'SEAWORTHINESS'...
MANY, MANY TIMES. A FINE WORK, BUDD, AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Your vivid descriptions give a real feel of life aboard on the Briny...and the daily adventure yet constant hard work ...Living in a port myself, these images are familiar and thrilling....I can still taste the salt sea air from your words...I Loved this Budd...
Diana...
Visually permanent, these images of a moving-portrait, the passion of the brush, the richness of the paint, who could ask for a more poignant dedication to the men of the sea?
Having lived on the Atlantic Coast of Nova Scotia my wholelife and sailed on both diesel powered icebreakers as well as sailing craft I can easily relate to this and love it. More please...
fee
Aye. I spent many years working on seismographic boat in the Gulf of Mexico, and although it wasn't a sailing sloop, it was everything else that you said.
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is more than just knowing, your poetic
sensibility takes the reader to an appreciation
not only of the subject matter but of the craft.
i believe this is the first time i've read your work
but i'll be back for more
john
MANY, MANY TIMES. A FINE WORK, BUDD, AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Diana...
fee