Her sleek outline curves from stern to bow
like a smile, friendly, with a red gunwale gloss,
wet and glistening, inviting sunrise to a kiss.
She isn’t a faithful lover: the sea slips
its smooth hand down the belly of her keel;
the breath of a passionate night to come
whispers in the taut cables of her mast.
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19 comments:
What a unique analogy - I love this Pat!
this is soo romantic...loved it!
mmmm - not just the breeze which is stiffening :)
oh... another winner!
wow
I love the description!
mm the sea is not faithful either.. :)
Wow, this is some woman! LOL. Well done, Brother Pat. Enjoyed.
Sexy! :)
But she's always true to you in her fashion.
this is a powerful one pat! very sensual too!
PS soon you will 10,000 hits!
She's a fine lady and, as long as she is always there (as Bill says) she is faithful in her fashion.
I like this one. I am mentioning it at Poets Who Blog.
I love this for its innovative and fresh choice of subject and words. You have forever changed my perception of ships, boats, and the art of seduction..:) Kudos for a great read!
And, thank you to writerwoman for highlighting this poet. From what I've read so far, I love his work and will be back frequently!
The title speaks volumes in conjunction with this poem. Very nicely done.
This swells with pride and more.
I've always wanted to own a boat or be good friends with someone who does. Do you own one and what's her name?
I'm not into boats, but I could be after reading this. Enjoyed.
a very surreal work. smile.
Great imagery. Splendid use of the metaphor anchored in a romantic sea. I love it.
Paterika
http://www.poetrynest.blogspot.com
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