Free verse № 61536
The Better of the Sea
Diesel fumes had weeks ago given way
to an imposed and permanent
silent drifting
whose own mephitic lullabye
repels all surprise.
I slept bell after bell
Rope after rope
Fish after fish
In my dirty cotton hammock
Twelve knots of repair
Mark my time away from home
My boredom often permits a daydream
where those same knots are no longer in my hammock
but under the waters surface
being dragged in our wake
But by St. Osmund's testicles
tonight that hammock got the better of the sea -
knots undone, it dropped my rusting ass to the deck!
And now as I look out over the water
I swear I feel a breeze
17 comments
(Noxious diesel fumes vs./ being stranded)
(Getting dropped on your ass vs./ being bored)
-How humour often arises under odd circumstances
-And a small preachy bit about how situtations are mostly what we make of them.
There's good stuff here to be chiseled out. Too many modifiers. Why a "dull" permanance? How 'bout a "silent sail"? Lose "caring." Kill the ending.
space . . . i believe in . . .
jefry with one f, jef-ry
My chainsaw was dull, I'll try not to let it happen again.
Whose cradling caring grip
take the word caring and toss it into a trashcan.. its useless filler.. that makes the line weak.. it made my eyes sore..
blessed with nine
The last line was funny, but 'rusting ass'?
well set up
I decided that I like that phrase, but it needed something....
Ah yes! St. Osmund's testicles! That's exactly what it needed!
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