Yes, I write poetry....mostly bad poetry! But you be the judge. My latest composition.
PERFECTION
~ Great Corn Island, December 2005
There is this moment.
Three rusting fishing boats float silently
moored to a pier.
The first rays of dawn have yet to strike
this side of the island,
and when they do arrive,
the meager remnants of white paint
on the hulls
will animate the boats with a glow
like hybiscus blossoms.
In the present grayness, they sleep.
No thought for the journeys that await;
No concern for those past.
Only the moment:
the gentle, nearly imperceptible,
roll of the tide,
clear as crystal.
~ R--- W--- A---, 1961 -
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