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Kingetter
04-Aug-06, 09:23
I wrote this some years ago. I wish to share it with any here who can be bothered with poetry.


THE SINKING OF THE SCHOONER 'ISLANDER'


Silently the schooner slipped beneath a satin sea,
Mains'l majestic on mahogany coloured mast.
Caulked catwalks cluttered, choked,
Decks disappearing, doomed, dispatched to Davy Jones.
Flotsam floating free and far,
Jetsam jettisoned in jeweled ocean
Hapless hands hang horizontally, horrified, helpless, hatless.
Cushions cast carelessly cruise casually, corklike, comfortless.
Water washes wistfully over winches
Flag flies forlornly, flapping in futility.
Bodies bobbing, bailing, bothered, bewildered, battling bravely.
Cumulo cloud coloured canvases crash on creaking crates.
Sheets stretched sternwards start snapping, shearing.
Lifeless limbs lie languidly, lost, leewards.
Pipes poke pointlessly to port.
Bubbles boiling, burst breathlessly, bleeding.
Destiny delineates direction, doubtless destruction and doom.
Events, expedience, energy, expire - exhaustion.
Aches, arthritis, ailments, allergies all abandoned.
Duties, deeds, deification, done - dehydrated, dehumanised.
Oil oozes out of overflowing orifices,
Openings outpour omnicoloured oceans of objects.
Old objections obviously overlooked.
Over exposed, overawed, overcome.
Cargoes - coconuts, cashew, calabash, cane,
Contents consigned, cash crops.
Collected, converted, collated, condemned.
Cow-cake for Sea-cows, crustaceans.
Baskets, bric-a-brac, bundles, breadfruit,
Bananas, baccy, backchat all gone.
Backers, brokers, bankrupt.
Business beheaded.

Sinking, sadly, solemnly, surely.
Sighs - shipmates signals
Salt soured saliva sickens.
Sinister shadows slink sideways.
Fins flash, frenzied forays.
Fangs filter fearful forms.
Flesh falls, feather-light.
Finished, fatal, final.

Thanks for getting this far.

Lolabelle
04-Aug-06, 09:30
Very descriptive and I like the way you've used the same letter throughout the sentences (some).
I am sure there is a name for that, but I don't know it, I am not a poet. My mum writes poetry though, usually about Jesus. Then my musical little sister puts them to music and we have a song. I can't ever make things rhyme when I'm trying.
Anyway I liked it.
Thanks for sharing it.

Kingetter
04-Aug-06, 09:33
Alliteration. Hard work.