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Red sky at night, and we delight
in the salty spill of song.
Hoist the sails and wait for wind!
Blue moon is rising, mesmerizing
wave and whispered longing.
Hoist the sails and wait for wind!
Gold threads on through the evening hue;
the tides are turning, light has dimmed.
Hoist the sails and wait for wind!
Sea sorrow’s storming. Red sky, in mourning.
Hope’s a sail. We’ll wait for wind.
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Prompted by NaPoWriMo, day 26.
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Such a beautiful and timely poem. I really enjoyed this. Thank you.
Nice ode to the sea. I ,like the rhythm and structure. Morning or mourning?
Both. But mainly, mourning. Therefore, the need for hope. 😉
Yes, hope can be a sail, once we “right” the ship.
“Hope’s a sail. We’ll wait for wind.”
So beautiful! There is a profoundness behind these simple words. It is stunning!