Floating Brim

By Giorgio Veneto, 20th Oct 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/2psntzfa/
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A sailor thinks of his companion, lost in a quarrel, while sailing on the Atlantic Ocean.

Floating Brim

An eerie song spelled by the auster,
but no one, must listen to the gusts
we receive on our cargo's pilot cutter
as we sheer off, to a nightly cussed.

The wind sings this divergent song,
with a conceived vision to whisper,
upon the pilot cutter, sailing along
Atlantic, as we stare at the big dipper.

On long route, attention sharpens,
with our steersman's whistling song,
heard in a liquor bar in Antwerpen
but he was not so lucky or strong.

A quarrel and a flashing blade, drawn
just for a solitude's question spend,
on Ocean wondering his soul 's upon,
in the winds, a harmonica will blend.

A ghostly port to stop, at Cape Coast,
a shinning and all was a dim past,
an end aghast, a thorny crowned post
to visit my sleep, for I remained last.

Our cargo slowly cuts on a bluish drape,
our diesels hum a besetting rhythm
in mists, as we envision a dark gate
that opens to engulf our floating brim.

Auster = Southern wind

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Meet the author

Giorgio Veneto
I am a Mech. Engineer.
I have studied in Boston, Ma., U.S.A. I like wisdom expressed by philosophers. I also like to cycle away intercepting any weather and enjoy the sense of adventure.