Tuesday, September 6, 2011

On Distant Seas

Each dawn I’m drawn down to this shore--
to soft white sand and gentle breeze;           
dream of my love on distant seas

sailed off to fight another's war.
“Pink sky in morn, sailors be warned!”
I pray he will return once more,

but life holds no such guarantees.
Each dawn, I’m drawn down to this shore...

©  Ginny Brannan September 2010

Written for BlueBell Books Short Story Slam Week 9

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8 comments:

  1. Virginia RobertSeptember 6, 2011 at 1:42 PM

    I really like this poem. I am left wondering about his safe return. I want to return to the shore and wait alongside this woman too.
    I am inspired to try creating an Octain.

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  2. Jingle Poetry At Olive GardenSeptember 6, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    what a beauty freeze
    in your words.

    love it,

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 6, 2011 at 9:47 PM

    I like it, Ginny. It has such a smooth and mellow feel to it. Very pleasant.

    Here is my entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/31/dearest-john-2/

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  4. Helena WhiteSeptember 6, 2011 at 9:49 PM

    ~ Lovely ~ ♥ ஆ ~.^

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 7, 2011 at 10:52 AM

    amazing story, thanks for linking.

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  6. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarrySeptember 7, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    let hope linger,

    love your lines, thanks for sharing.

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  7. e.a.s. demersSeptember 15, 2011 at 12:48 AM

    This is lovely! well done ;-)

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  8. Susie ClevengerSeptember 17, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    Love this and the form it is in...so far not brave enough to try it!

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