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Second Hand Tales

Updated on July 30, 2013

Searching the waves for a lost ship

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Second Hand Tales

Second Hand Tales

The vessel tossed and turned,

O’r the fields of melting blue,

Into torrents of foam and chaos

Slowly devouring time and existence


Rolling to the vibrations of energy,

Living and breathing through the brine,

The ship grasps onto the fight.

Picturing a brightly coloured outcome


Nigh two days pass as the storm rages,

It hollows and consumes;

The souls upon the craft,

They cry and howl to the stars and moon.


Soon tides subside,

Rain turns to rays of warmth,

Echoes of the wind can be heard,

But not felt in the tranquility.


One soul is left aboard

To tell a fantastical tale,

Of a voyage and undertaking

Wit’ godly proportions to be told


Sadly, the tales are in vein.

It is impossible to grasp language

With the grace and determination of nature,

The navigator is merely there for the ride.


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    • Sunny River profile image

      Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality

      A very interesting poem. I love the story behind it. :)

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      K.A.E Grove 3 years ago from Australia

      Your imagery was rich and vivid as you painted this cavans of art

      So very well done :)

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      Kawlin Rolfe 3 years ago

      Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed (:

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