I sailed your seas, climbed the mast, I pulled the rope to raise the sail. Your body deep inside my own Huddled together against the gale. In darkness vast, we faced the storm And chose to walk a twisted trail. Once our eyes met, a spark was born And the future beckoned behind a veil. The winds howled a fearsome blast. Our courage grew, we would prevail. Against the unknown sea, we cast our lot together, we would not fail. On the edge of dreams, we find at last A moment paused in time’s sweet jail. Whatever comes, we must hold fast. We sail on love and that’s our tale.
The gale force winds fill the sails, but hoisted in calmer seas must be unfurled like the blouse tied in a knot and then to dance on mantle shelf. A moment of electricity short circuitry left with fires embers a glow. The ship sails to ports unknown. One cannot fight nor face the inevitable winds that may blow you off course. The pilot light is still in the stove ready to ignite and warm the next dish delight.
A flower tale like a fish fry with suntan oiled smoothie lying on a wet towel. I could go on. You do inspire the oil dripping down a stream and my paddle is in my canoe.
It’s too beautiful for me to even begin to describe the warm glow I got from reading your outstanding work. A lifetime of love, and obstacles overcome, together, conveyed in a magical mix of words. Well done, my friend .👏✍️
What a powerful poem. A moment paused in time’s Sweet jail. This jail, that feels so confining right now, is but a pause. A fleeting moment. I know that. I have to get perspective. So encouraging.
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The gale force winds fill the sails, but hoisted in calmer seas must be unfurled like the blouse tied in a knot and then to dance on mantle shelf. A moment of electricity short circuitry left with fires embers a glow. The ship sails to ports unknown. One cannot fight nor face the inevitable winds that may blow you off course. The pilot light is still in the stove ready to ignite and warm the next dish delight.
I am interested in that next dish, Richard
Tis a feast for eyes, a spicy summer surprise.
A flower tale like a fish fry with suntan oiled smoothie lying on a wet towel. I could go on. You do inspire the oil dripping down a stream and my paddle is in my canoe.
A beautiful love story, Paul.
Thanks, Rod
Love a good sea story!
Thanks for the weather report!
Stormy, Stan, but they will survive
So beautiful.
Thanks, Paul.
Thank you. Kevin
It’s too beautiful for me to even begin to describe the warm glow I got from reading your outstanding work. A lifetime of love, and obstacles overcome, together, conveyed in a magical mix of words. Well done, my friend .👏✍️
That pause reduces the gale to nothing. It’s everything.
Everything ever so briefly perhaps, Patris. Thank you!
and even knowing this, we deserve more.
I love this tale, wonderfully written!
Thank you, Jenn
You’re welcome!
Sailing is not for the faint of heart!
Fair weather and following winds to you.
I might get to go sailing on our lake this Summer, Malcolm—Arggh!
My heart goes out to you. You write about love so wonderfully. Your words inspire me to be a better husband! I wish you every good thing! Daniel
Sometimes easier to write about than to be in, Daniel
What a powerful poem. A moment paused in time’s Sweet jail. This jail, that feels so confining right now, is but a pause. A fleeting moment. I know that. I have to get perspective. So encouraging.
It is a pause, Viola, respite from being buffeted by the gale of life for only a moment
I can’t express fully how much I hope your relationship is like your poems! Daniel
I played at love and lost, Daniel, but I can still write about it.
💔
"On the edge of dreams, we find at last
A moment paused in time’s sweet jail"
Mmm. Yes.
Good Sunday, Mary, Thanks for reading and commenting
Good Sunday to you, sir!
Beautiful and musical.
Thanks, Mike
Amazing poem, Paul!
Thanks, Harun