... I sometimes have a hunch you write inside-out and upside-down... by that, I reckon you invert gender references or situational circumstances to write as it were from a mirror image. Just an observation: it matters not to the overall interpretation of the message of the poem and it is something we all do when trying on other people's clothes! Yep, of course I'm back on my usual Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow tack again and maybe it's me but I reckon Kiera Knightly/Elizabeth Swann would have got to that crow's nest first in this instance, which leads me to think that heroics are actually at the root of this tale, rather than felonies. But then, I am left-handed... and useless with a sword! :))

Right back at you...very cool, dig it!

A goodun Jude! Could easily be the prologue for a riveting short-story. I don't know if it's just my aging eyes, but I swear I see a ghostly face in that image. blessings brother ....

Some never go too far away, in our hearts, in our thoughts. Like this poem so much Jude. A glimpse of immortality. Like the new bio pic, we can finally see your eyes!

Wooow I love the paranormal sense to this poem
And the dark mystery of your words
And the photograph perfect
Stunning write and poetic view of thoughts!!
Sending you Peace Love and Light...Yolie

Great write...well done!!

Love Tinka

Jude, your poem verges on the supernatural -- cloaked with mystery and imagination -- "propelled by winds of bone" is a chilling descriptor of a style of existence reemerging to the dismay of the world at large, piracy -- this is fine work my friend -- peace and love--JMW

nice work Jude...there is a mysterious touch to your poem and yet it fills our minds stirring the imagination into other thoughts...

nice...

Art Sun...

Jude, my initial reaction to your poem was that of trickery, pretending to be dead in order to get away from an unfulfilled relationship.
Then I re read it, and I think that the woman is seeing a ghost of the man she was looking for, as though the mist was distorting her vision and she imagined him on that ship sailing away.
Very interesting poem, I always wonder what your inspirations for your writings are. You are a very intriguing author, Jude ForEse.
Much peace, love, and light, dear man,
Amber "V"

How very intriguing ... words and photograph play well off one another and my bones feel a bit of a chill. Enjoyed! ~Elizabeth

An apparition, as all good pirates are.

Ron

My comment is different, I see this as 'a typical man' (lol) but the poem is great. I have missed you friend.

Janet xoxoxo

Jude - enjoyed the images and the haunting, mysterious tale. Especially
liked the image of him sailing through fog,

transparent and mysteriously animate
propelled by winds of bone

- David

He was sailing away from skullduggery, an underhanded and fraudulent act perpetrated upon him by a hard heart, bone winds signifies a death reborn through the mists of time...lot of them skulls floating around this den...

Sage

Powerful and haunting.

Graphically word mastered as the image flairs up in the mind's eye as you put it down one stroke at a time, deep and intense but yet so vivid the reader can draw his/her own conclusions on this one easily.

Fee

Image and verse beautifully presented, Jude: few words with a powerful punch. :) Love the title as well: yo ho ho! Well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Both captivating, and thought provoking, as usual, my friend.

...and he remains...sailing on..bones and all. Excellent Write!

This flows like a confusing yet animated dream...unable to awaken yet befuddled by what is being projected. If dreams are the windows to our soul, one might spend a substantial amount of time trying to figure out exactly how this one applies to the conscious self. Interpreting this at only 5 am is more than my still sleepy and cobwebbed mind is ready for. Nice work, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Smooth as glass, my friend, and that piccy is arresting! Well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)

The stuff of what nightmares are made of...are them black and white or a man can get them in color? one can get bewildered for less.
As usual, you needed just a few strokes to paint the whole.

Georg

You choose your words so well....a haunting write.

Subtle!
As always you make your mark.
:) Ch'erie

A sad exit.

smooth sailing

reminds me of the mystery ship that sails empty with only ghosts of those who committed suicide...eerie and haunting Jude,both poem and pic...

Gorgeous, Robert! You have such a soft touch to your syllables, your words, your poetry, your sight, loving water as you do. Your title, exquisite!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Maybe i should wait for the photo, but it wasn't too much of a cliff if he made it to shore and sailed away quite sure...e