A Sailor’s Blood
I’ve seen winds whip the sea
Into a churned witches brew
Heard prayers go unanswered
Offered by Captain and crew
I watched skies above blacken
Into a dark raven’s ebony hue
I lashed myself to ship’s lifelines
When ‘twas no more could I do
Heard cracks of wind broken spars
Blinded by lighting time after time
Saw grown men crying like children
As we swallowed cold salt brine
Aye but twill be the lure of the sea
That is bred into a sailor’s own blood
To become as of his true nature
As Noah’s arc was to the great flood
You may take the sailor away from the sea but..
a sailors a sailor which forever I’ll be!
Sheila
is your calling...the visuals here inside "A Sailor's Blood"
is riviting...I can only imagine through your descriptive words & yet
still never come close to what you experienced on your journey(s).
the passion is beautiful, but the reality of it all about the storms is utterly frightening...
Love's Shores & Gentle Rain
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
But after reading your poem
The thing I too would remember the most
Would be the storm and I’m terrified of lighting
I too would be kneeling and praying
Brilliant write and images captured by your words
And your beautiful picture perfect words for that stunning
Memories of sailor’s
Wishing you Love Peace and Light…Yolie
Hugs and love,
Sheri
Hugs,
Anna
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
But the poem was great!
Georg
Cherrypie
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Hugs,
Chrissie
I enjoyed.
Holly