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Becalmed

Writer: Nigel SmithNigel Smith







Were I a ship of sail;

then my canvas would drape,

save the now-and-then flaps,

as my timbers flexed shape,

whipping sail into crack & snaps;

stilled within the water's keep,

alone but for my empty scream,

to wake within a waking sleep

becalmed where Poets dream.


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Unknown member
Jan 04, 2024

"Alone but for my empty scream" - Ouch that's good

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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
Jan 04, 2024

Wow! Such beautiful and powerful imagery in a few words - love lines 3 and 4.

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Unknown member
Jan 04, 2024

peaceful, beautiful, wonderful. a text so full and yet so short. I like it very much!

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