A Ladder Over Water
written by: Lance Sheridan
@PlaitedPoems
The sea was low, floating veil of a sapphire sun
the shore away, plum; crimson white dunes and
clustering sand, ebbs the tide over the silver stone;
through the crimson stream i walked with wood
And nail. …soon as when minutes begun, i built
a ladder to climb to the sea; built with wood from
wrecks in rain and storm, melodiously the wind
sang, yet the forgotten weep in dusk depths of sea
Their bells toll in an unknown tongue, clanged as
i drove rusted, aging ships nails into languished
wood, swelled with salt; the washing waves, clouds
billowy like swaying trees, air thickened, my drifting
Breath, yet i did not tire; my sweat, languent running
drops into the sea, threads of my soul drifting to the
bottom; with calloused hands, a ladder over water so
that i may place a wreath for the fretted sailors drowned.
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Lance Sheridan
The Mind[less] Muse
Poised in Flight
The BeZine
Poetry Super Highway
International Poetry Anthology
I’m sarcastic, have an offbeat sense of humor, a purveyor of words and imagery, love music, read, drink coffee, exercise, dislike ruffians.
Latest posts by Lance Sheridan (see all)
- In A Plaster Sea - December 3, 2018
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